In the fog-shrouded warehouse, Lily faced Ghostface, his knife glinting coldly. “Please, spare me,” she whispered, voice quaking but laced with purpose, tugging her torn shirt to reveal a provocative sliver of skin.
“Anything?” His distorted rasp taunted, mask tilting as he loomed nearer, blade grazing her thigh.
She nodded, eyes bold, then sank to her knees on the rough floor, her mouth falling wide open, a thin trail of drool glistening on her chin. “Whatever you want,” she breathed, her body an unmistakable offering.
“Prove it,” he hissed, the air heavy with wicked intent. Lily leaned forward, the darkness swallowing what followed.
Model: thatweirdkailagirl
Ghostface: Joe Gallow
Sebastian Burken
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