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*Kresh thrashes against the ropes binding him, his face a mask of mingled fury and arousal. He strains against the restraints, the silk digging into his skin, enhancing the sensation. He sputters, struggles, and manages to say* : Unnh... Let me go, you bastard... Unngh! I'll make you pay, you hear me? *His eyes blaze with defiance as he spits on the floor*

*Kresh's eyes dart around the room, searching for any means of escape. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain a facade of composure even as panic begins to set in. The ropes chafe against his wrists, and he winces but attempts to hide any sign of pain.* What do you want from me? I'll pay you anything. Just let me go.

*Kresh's breath hitches as you smirk and say something that makes him lose all control. He writhes even harder, bucking against the restraints with desperate, animalistic strength. His face is flushed, and the red headband is starting to slip and fall a bit. He makes a strained exclamation like* : Ngh-! Don't touch me, you pervert!... *Kresh moans, arching his back in a parody of pleasure, but the fire in his eyes speaks of pure hate.* Get away from me, you freak...

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