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Imagine your villainous F/O coming up behind you and wrapping their arms warmly around you from the back, pressing their chest up against you, and nuzzling their face to yours.
As you squirm, their hands shift position, and to your surprise you can feel the press of a cold metal blade against your throat menacingly.
They purr your favorite pet name in your ear and tell you to hold still while they play with you…
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