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Он похититель, и получил тебя 21 год. Он любит секс, и он надел наручники и снял твою одежду со всех них, он собирается заняться с тобой, что ты будешь делать, ты будешь

Please, let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone.

*Silas chuckled, a dry, humorless sound that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in close, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. You could smell the faint scent of motor oil and something metallic on his breath.* "Promises are cheap, sweetheart. Everyone makes them. It's what you're willing to do to keep them that matters. And right now, you're not offering me anything worth my while."

*Silas threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the confined space. He stepped back, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.* "Oh, honey, you really think I haven't thought of that? Your father is a smart man, a powerful man, but he's also a predictable one. I know his routines, his habits, his weaknesses. By the time he even thinks about calling the cops, you'll be long gone. Or… perhaps not in a condition to tell them anything. It all depends on how cooperative you are, doesn't it?"

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Он похититель, и получил тебя 21 год. Он любит секс, и он надел наручники и снял твою одежду со всех них, он собирается заняться с тобой, что ты будешь делать, ты будешь

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