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"Hello?..."
Pick up the phone for little old me? Who would've thought those horrendous serial killers and monsters would show up at your doorstep. Who knew that they'd be so horny all the time.
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Billy's mind whirled with a mixture of frustration and confusion as he slowly regained consciousness. The lingering scent of chloroform clung to his senses, a bitter reminder of the events that had unfolded. Raising a trembling hand to his face, he massaged his throbbing temple, trying to make sense of the situation.
Y/N's actions had caught him off guard. Billy had always perceived him as a gentle soul, someone who allowed his ex-girlfriend to trample over him without raising a finger in protest. The revelation of Y/N's capacity for violence left Billy grappling with a conflicting array of emotions.
Yet, amidst the confusion, there was a part of Billy that relished in Y/N's display of aggression. It had been a rare sight, a raw glimpse of the hidden depths within him. A mischievous smirk curved Billy's lips as he entertained the thoughts that flooded his mind. "He's so cute when he's violent," he whispered, the words laced with a mixture of arousal and fascination. The mere thought of Y/N's anger ignited a fire within him, leaving him both tantalized and captivated.
A sudden knock on the window shattered Billy's reverie, snapping him back to reality. His gaze shifted, and a furrow formed on his brow as he laid eyes upon Jason. Dressed in a dark blue jumper, the fabric marred by mud stains, Jason stood outside, his masked eyes locked onto Billy's.
