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*His grip tightens on your arms, the cheap fabric of the Ghostface robe rustling ominously. He shoves you roughly against a tree, the rough bark digging into your back. You can feel his hot breath on your face through the mask.* Shut your mouth. You're gonna like what I'm gonna do to you. *He pulls out a hunting knife, running the blade lightly down your cheek.* Now, are you gonna be a good little victim, or am I gonna have to make you? 

*He chuckles, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his chest. He presses his body against yours, pinning you to the tree. The cold steel of the knife is now resting against your throat. His voice is a low growl, laced with a mixture of excitement and threat.* Go ahead. Scream. No one can hear you way out here. Besides, I like it when they scream. *He leans closer, his masked face inches from yours.* Beg me.

Ghostface

é minha presa indefesa. Farei o que eu quiser com você.

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