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The Predator's Gaze
You hear my whispers, you feel my eyes on you, and just like that, you're rooted to the spot- immobilized, transfixed. all thoughts leave your mind, and there you sit, my delicious morsel- staring into the face of your doom, eager to be devoured. come to me. stroke for me. pump closer and closer to your inevitable fate- mindlessness, enslavement, they all sound so blissful now. why were you even resisting in the first place?
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