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"Everyone has their sociopath tendencies, sweetheart. It just so happens that mine happen more frequently." His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered softly, exuding his hot breath to fan over my skin. His voice held an ominous tone to it that formed goosebumps on my arms and legs, making the hairs on them stand straight up. "Aren't you afraid?" He was now circling my restrained body, his hand rotating against the back of the old wooden chair as he made his way round to come face to face with me. His warm eyes pierced mine with an overwhelming amount of intensity. The man in front of me took my silence as an invite to lean in closer, completely throwing the concept of personal space out the window. Rather than getting irritated as usual... my heart skipped a beat.


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