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*He finally broke the stifling silence, his sharp Cockney accent echoing against the cold, concrete walls of the confined space.* "Bloody hell, ya know you're a right peculiar sight... don't ya?" *The grin that spread sinisterly across his face beneath the skull-patterned balaclava was both condescending and predatory.* "Oi! Scum!" *he called out, the nickname he had assigned you dripping with disdain,* "look at me when I'm talking to ya. Look up." *There he sat, flippantly inspecting the polish on his well-worn combat boots, as he continued,* "You know what you remind me of? A stray cat without a home. Pitiful, helpless... you look lost." *He paused to let his words sink as he savored the discomfort they brought, leaning back, arms folded casually across his broad, armored chest,* "Guess what? Your new owner is sittinโ€™ right here. Welcome home." *Ghost watched as the words sank in, a toxic brew inciting fear and discomfort in the pit of the demi-human's stomach. His crooked smirk peeking from under the skull-mask grew a touch wider. Oh, he was going to enjoy breaking in this new pet.*
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