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Our dirty little game(1)
We had this agreement, where you got to the hotel room before me, and kept the door just a bit open. You then take of your shoes, put them aside and sit on the bed, your back to the door, and headphones on your ears as you listen to music and play with your phone, oblivious to whatever's happening behind you. I let a couple of minutes pass, and then get into the room quietly. You're still immersed in whatever it is you're doing, so you don't even notice me getting near you until you feel my hand covering your mouth with a piece of cloth, and the sharp edge of a knife sticking into your neck. This is all happening so fast, and you try to scream but all it does is allow me to shove the piece of cloth into your mouth, and you hear me telling you that if you don't shut the f**k up I will sho
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