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| Tell me the shadows that whisper to you. Open up the door to your darkest, masochistic fantasy. Let me take you there. Are you afraid? Good. I can smell your fascination with that fear. I can take you to that edge. I can push you to the brink of the abyss which stares back at you, calling your name. Do you fell that chill? How will you fall? How will you kneel? When you are in my presence, it is I who holds the key to that door behind the looking glass you so carefully peek to in private. I will usher you there then snatch you back when I'M satisfied in my thirst for your pain
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