☑️{Completed}☑️
He brought his face close to hers, his breath hot and his eyes ablaze with rage.
"I can kill you whenever I please, but I still have a use for you," he gritted, gripping her chin roughly to make her face him. "There's one final job...
One. Two. A raise to the skies. Three. The stretch in the thighs. Four. The surrender in the highs. Five. The release of the flames. Six. The rhythm of the rhymes. Seven. The freedom on the lines. Eight. Graceful swings across the tile. Nine. Beating tunes from the file. Ten. It's time!
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Up ahead, looking at the tape. With a sigh, determination born. A tap. One for the dreams. A tap. One for the pains. And a jump. For all it took to be here. And gambol, Graciously reaching for the top.
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