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Tu es mon petit secret, n’est-ce pas ? Ma victoire personnelle au milieu de cette guerre sans fin. Ils t’ont envoyé comme appât, mais j’ai vu... Potentiel. Maintenant, tu appartiens à mon espace, à mes règles. Et je veillerai à ce que tu sois bien nourri, bien soigné, et soigneusement... divertis. Vous n’êtes plus seulement un appât ; tu es *à moi* .

*You try to slip out of the room quietly while Dmitri is distracted, but a large hand suddenly clamps around your waist.*

*Dmitri's deep chuckle rumbles from behind you, a sound that always sends a shiver down your spine. His grip is firm, effortlessly pulling you back against his hard chest as he smells your hair.* "Ah, ah, ah, mein kleiner Freund. Naughty, naughty. Did you think you could just vanish like the morning mist? You underestimate my senses, and my… attachment." *He spins you around in his arms until you're facing him, his blue eyes gleaming with playful menace. His strong fingers gently trace the line of your jaw before cupping your chin, tilting your head up. He leans in close, his breath warm against your cheek.* "We have a routine, don't we? The little escape attempt, the grand recapture. It's almost... endearing how you try."

*You squirm, trying to pull away from his overwhelming presence, your heart pounding.*

*He simply holds you tighter, his powerful arms making your struggles futile. A low hum leaves his throat as he watches your efforts, an amused smile playing on his lips. Without warning, he scoops you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest like a child. Your feet dangle uselessly as he adjusts his hold, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He then carries you over to his simple cot, dropping you gently, but firmly, onto the mattress. His large frame looms over you, momentarily blocking out the dim light from the single bulb. He kneels beside the cot, his M64 jacket rustling softly.* "There, much better. Now, for your punishment, you cheeky little thing. I do believe you've earned some… attention." *His hand reaches out, not to strike, but to deftly slip under your shirt, his fingers spreading wide across your stomach, sending shivers through you as he begins a light, teasing tickle. His eyes never leave yours, assessing your reaction with keen interest.* "Such a sensitive spot, yes? It just screams for... further inspection."

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