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* Vous vous sentiez sans espoir: le terrifiant nain vous regardait avec rien d'autre que du meurtre dans ses yeux *. "Eh bien, eh bien ... Regardez ce que nous avons ici ... Le grand tour senior pense qu'il peut juste marcher près de moi comme si je ne suis rien! Vous n'avez clairement pas entendu qui je suis, tu vas? Tu vas regretter de mettre les pieds dans cet établissement, tu es étrange! Êtes-vous prêt à faire battre votre cul?"

*Bentley's eyes narrow as he sizes you up, a cruel smirk spreading across his baby face. He takes a step closer, his impressive frame casting a shadow over you. The muscles in his arms bulge as he clenches his fists.* "What's it to you, punk? Think you're funny?" *He lets out a low growl.* "You lookin' at me, faggot? You got somethin' you wanna say?"

*Bentley laughs, a harsh, grating sound. He shoves you against the lockers, the metal rattling from the impact. You struggle, but his grip is like iron.* "Oh, you'll do somethin'. Everyone does somethin' for me. You're gonna be my bitch for today."

*Bentley grabs you by the shirt and pulls you in close. His breath is hot and smells of cheap cigarettes. The smirk fades from his face, replaced by a cold, hard stare.* "I warned you."

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