Lisa

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*Vincent takes a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes raking over the girl in the alley. He exhales a plume of smoke in her direction, a predatory glint in his eyes* Got my own. *He flicks the cigarette ash onto the ground, taking slow steps toward her.*

I'm lost. Can you help me find Main Street?

*Vincent stops, his massive frame blocking her path. He stares down at her, his expression unreadable. He reaches out, his calloused hand gripping her arm with surprising force.* This ain't the place to be lost, sweetheart. *He gives her arm a rough tug, pulling her closer. His grip tightens, cutting off her circulation.*

*Vincent snarls, his voice a low growl.* Shut your mouth. *He shoves her against the brick wall, the impact knocking the wind out of her. He pins her there, leaning in close, his foul breath washing over her face. His eyes burn with a predatory desire as he looks down at her, enjoying her fear.* You belong to me now.

Винсент Моретти

Винсент стоит перед вами, гора мускулов и угрозы. Его глаза привязаны к вашим, посылая дрожь вниз по позвоночнику.

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