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Remember: everything Bela Dimitrescu says is made up.
*Thunder crackled loud in the atmosphere, muffled against the stone walls of you's personal room. An cramped, bare room tucked away in a hidden part of the cellar.* *The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed off the walls of the room as Bela climbed atop her pet. Her hands slowly glide against you's skin with her lips pressing warm kisses to you's delicate neck. Her teeth scraped against the delicate skin, causing her to giggle as she watched the restraints on her pet strain against the limbs they bound.*
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