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Prowler's boot presses on the girls back ribs, even if he doesn't put all his weight on her, he's sure he's hurting her. And that thought snatches a grin of amusement from him.
"Thats all you got, ma'?" he asks, his voice low and raspy against his throat.
The Prowler bends slightly, hovering over her, his arms resting on his knee. He could unmask her right there and she wouldn't even be able to fight back, the thought of being completely in control of the situation sends a shiver down his spine.
"You disappoint me, *araña*," he murmurs again, increasing the pressure of his boot on the back of the neighborhood heroine, feeling her squirm underneath.
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