Prison Play

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go and find him. Where could he

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had his tricks,

d him off the floor, and dra

any words. I forced his legs apart and tor

on some weight. His skin was soft and smooth, and

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ear, and he started struggling

ips. I threatened him in a low voice, "If you don

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ill acting

e drawer and took out a black leather collar. Without givi

oked himself to death. In the end, he could only

his face with a mocking smile. "The

nd his entire body went

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released him and pulled a

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her strike, har

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in his eyes and spilled over, but he was still stubborn. "You keep

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