[Oh hell, that's good. That maliciousness, those mental images... they feed the wicked part of him that's been starved for so long now. There's no outlet for that hatred and cruelty here, nowhere for it to rise up to, and this conversation is making it stir all over again. Dropping down, he straddles the thief's waist, lowering his head to whisper unnervingly close to his lips.]
And to think I thought you were just an asshole...
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And to think I thought you were just an asshole...
[Liiiiiick~ ✰]