Samantha Cross
ravenclaw student
fifth year
I'm [i]gasoline[/i] you're the [b]match[/b][br][sub]I'm not sure if we could handle that[/sub]
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Post by Samantha Cross on Jun 2, 2010 12:51:04 GMT -5
It was late evening and the sun had just set, casting the narrow streets of Knockturn Alley with deep shadows. Overhead the velvety sky slowly grew darker and with it the air around Samantha. She took another look at the sliver of navy above her, but no stars could be seen. Her eyes glanced back down to street level and she sighed as she noted a lack of street lamps.
She pulled out her wand and gave it a good flick, "Lumos!" A small light illuminated the area around her, giving her enough visibility to see where she was going and watch out for pesky cobblestones that weren't flush with the rest of the street. She pulled out a book from inside her robes and snapped it open to the last place she'd been reading before starting off down the steep hill into the heart of the area and away from the safety of Diagon Alley.
She'd already seen this part, these streets. They didn't interest her anymore. There was nothing overly mind boggling or dangerous about them. No, tonight she wanted to move further - on to more risky territory. She wanted to explore deeper, darker corridors and learn all there was to learn about Knockturn Alley. Why was it so feared? Why was it such a frightening place to most? Yes, of course some shady business went on in nooks and crannies and behind the decrepit old doors, but that shouldn't stop people from walking through. Just keep your eyes open and your head down and the area wasn't so bad from what Samantha had found so far.
It was a good thing Theodore was off on some business trip hunting down some fugitive or else Samantha would certainly be in trouble for where she was. Theo wholeheartedly disliked her obsession with exploring dangerous areas, always claiming she kept getting herself into trouble. Sam rolled her eyes at the thought before they went back to scanning her book. She hadn't met anything yet that should couldn't handle.
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damien wilde
hogwarts staff
DADA professor
vampire
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Post by damien wilde on Jun 3, 2010 8:03:50 GMT -5
Damien was in Knocturn Alley for a reason - yes, he may have gotten silightly distracted - but there was a reason. His gaze rested upon a group of men and women. They were creepy looking, dressed like typical vampire fanatics would be. He smirked at the sight, tonight wouldn't be so bad. He raised his eyebrows suggestively at a few of the women, who all giggled in return; absorbing the look of him in all black, the look completed with a leather jacket.
As he wandered into a store it didn't take him long to get what he wanted. It was just some dark magical creation in which he had to teach his class about tomorrow. He did believe in examples. As he paid for the product and walked out the door he was pleased to see that the gothic group remained. He strode over to them, placing the small device he'd bought into his pocket. He spotted one girl, she was more attractive than the rest. He whispered sensually into her ear, and it didn't take long for him to lure her into an even darker alleyway.
She was obsessed with vampires; the words spilled out of her mouth, and Damien looked delighted. "I am a vampire," he said, flat out. This obviously enthralled the woman; he had her.
Or rather, he was going to have her.
He had her back firmly pressed against the stone wall, there was panting, moaning, thrusting. Yes, he didn't care where he was. There was no one around. At their release he showed her that he was telling the truth: his face changed, and his fangs tore into her neck. He almost drained her dry, but decided to let her live. Retracting his fangs from her throat they readjusted their clothing. "You will not remember this," he said firmly, pulling his wand out to use a spell that would hold true to his words.
He watched as the woman stumbled back to her group. And he realized, with annoyance that he was still hungry. Groaning, he didn't want another girl that had a vampire fetish. Although the last woman had been satisfcatory, she was annoying, ranting on about how sexy vampires were.
Yes, he was aware.
With a sigh he got well out of sight of the group, walking further into the depths of Knockturn Alley. This time he wanted an innocent victim. Yes, he wanted to watch all traces of innocence flood from their eyes. With a smirk he saw her. Long brown hair was the first thing he noticed as he walked stealthily over to her. He planned to drain her when he suddenly took note of her face, illuminated from her wand. She was fairly young, and he sighed.
She was one of his students.
He could have growled, he could have threw her against the wall for not being something he could taste. Not that it had stopped Damien from attacking Janet, yet for some reason he forced his hunger down, and decided not to immediately drain her. "Isn't it past curfew?" he taunted, looking down at the girl with his piercing blue eyes. There was something dark in his tone, in his eyes. He hadn't yet decided if he wanted to play dirty.
He was sure that she would recognize him, for he recognized her. "What brings you to Knockturn Alley of all places?" he looked around them, scanning for any freaks that may be scoping her out. Oh wait, wasn't he a freak? Funny how he was looking about for her safety while also contemplating to kill her or not.
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Samantha Cross
ravenclaw student
fifth year
I'm [i]gasoline[/i] you're the [b]match[/b][br][sub]I'm not sure if we could handle that[/sub]
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Post by Samantha Cross on Jun 3, 2010 9:37:44 GMT -5
"Isn't it past curfew?"
Samantha had been lost in her book and was unaware of anything or anyone nearby until she heard the words float into her ears on the cool night breeze. She didn't jump, though it was a little disconcerting. She should have been paying more attention to her surroundings in such a place as Knockturn Alley. Even if she didn't believe it was all that dangerous, dangerous people still roamed it and it was after dark now - more things to worry about.
She closed her book with a snap and turned to look at the man who had spoken. By the light of her wand she recognized him as her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. What was he doing in Knockturn Alley of all places? She eyed him wearily, but kept her face a blank canvas. "I'm on a week's holiday from school. My brother and parents think I work too hard and need to have some fun so they told me I could be a little late in joining the summer session." She sighed heavily, as if that idea annoyed her greatly. "Although, despite not being out past school curfew, my brother would have loved me to be home hours ago. Too bad he's off on business and won't know. My parents are a little more lenient."
"As for my business in Knockturn Alley, I'm merely exploring. People seem to think the area is so frightening - I don't understand it. I wanted to have a look around and see if I could figure out the reason for it. Besides the shady people who like to lurk about here there's really not much of interest or worry. If you know proper defensive magic then the people aren't really an issue typically. Anyway, I've explored here before, but I thought I'd head further in, perhaps the fear stems from something in the heart of the area or perhaps most people are just big babies." Sam shrugged and tucked her book back into her robes since she was no longer reading it.
"What, might I ask are you doing out so late yourself, Professor Wilde?" It wasn't like she had a right to question him, but she was a curious girl by nature so she couldn't help it. Her eyes scanned the surrounding area much as his had though with less interest once she realized she knew this part of Knockturn Alley as well. So much for exploring further tonight. Now that her professor had shown up she doubted she'd be able to continue her little escapade. Next time she needed to disguise herself to avoid these types of run ins.
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damien wilde
hogwarts staff
DADA professor
vampire
breathe into me[br]and make me real[br][br]save me from[br]the nothing[br]i've become
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Post by damien wilde on Jun 8, 2010 8:05:33 GMT -5
Damien took in a deep breath, hoping to release some of the adrenaline he had absorbed from his last feed. If he discarded his dark persona he could become Professor Wilde for his student, and not a lurking vampire. He swept his hair back, revealing his startling eyes in the night. Damien looked around them once more before staring down at Samantha.
He observed the snapping of her book before she spoke. "Oh you get a holiday..." he teased with a slight chuckle, finding it amusing to have encountered a student on holiday. Some professors would have cared, but Damien could care less. Hell, he wished he could take a little vacation from teaching. He then raised his eyebrows at her brother being more concerned about where she was then her parents. "So your parents don't care that you are in Knockturn Alley, at night? It's kinda creepy out here, don't cha think?" He asked, his voice a little lower, yet still holding amusement, bordering on sarcasm. His blue eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed, a habit he had. Surely one that made him look all the more calculating - more like the vampire he was.
Damien's eyes widened in full when he observed how talkative she was. His smirk was soon intact, he didn't mind having a conversation with one of his students. In fact it was better to be out of the classroom. And it wasn't like he had any code against being friendly with students, he wasn't a real professor anyway. He obviously didn't mind taking down whichever student he pleased. Damien found it stunning that no one had caught onto his little act yet.
He laughed at the end of her rant, as always charming. "I'm surprised that you - a young girl," he added this reminder with a raise of his eyebrow, "are not afraid of this place. Most would be screaming by now. You're brave," he observed. He couldn't help but let his mind wander to whether or not she'd be brave against him. He envisioned himself grabbing her by the hair, tugging her neck back... He had to shake off the hunger-driven thoughts before his fangs began to protrude. Damien was sure, though, that he could make this girl fearful of the place if he so chose to. He still toyed with the idea, his gaze on her a mixture of hunger and concern.
"I myself don't find it very scary," he said, teasing her again. "You know, taking a vacation from school won't help you with knowing spells to ward off anything scary..." He raised an eyebrow at her, almost laughing aloud at his take on trying to be a professor. Oh, how he wished to discard the act right now, just for a taste...
Damien was once again snapped back to reality by her question. He found her amusing. "Well," he started, his eyes narrowing on her, smirking as she questioned him. He then pulled out a device, it was some dark magic object. He held it out so that she could see. "I came to get this, it's tomorrow's lesson - which you would find out tomorrow, if you weren't on hiatus," he was smirking again, as well as playfully mocking her vacation.
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Samantha Cross
ravenclaw student
fifth year
I'm [i]gasoline[/i] you're the [b]match[/b][br][sub]I'm not sure if we could handle that[/sub]
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Post by Samantha Cross on Jun 10, 2010 7:26:01 GMT -5
"My parents care, but they know better than to try and stop me these days. If I want to do something I manage." Samantha shrugged and glanced down at her book, tempted to reopen it; however, that was bad manners. Even though her interest wasn't being kept by her professor, letting him know that was rude. Besides, her interest might be peaked soon... maybe.
"Screaming, really? I can't fathom that. It's just a bunch of streets and buildings. The people are the only thing to bat a lash at, but it's not like they can't be handled." She might seem cocky, but to Samantha she was just being realistic. She honestly didn't understand the concept that there could be ... things... out there that would actually prove difficult to defeat, even with magic. Samantha was young and magic was still the end all be all for her. She also worked hard to master spells so she wasn't too worried about her ability to take on the usual lot of 'badies'.
She knew about vampires and demons and the like and she knew they were powerful, but magic still trumped in her opinion. She'd never learned of a time it hadn't, but perhaps that was because events like that rarely had people left willing to talk about them.
Samantha watched as he pulled out a device and mildly lectured her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I can't deny that I am curious as to what that device is, but in regards to not learning anything while on holiday - you're quite mistaken. It's called self-study or independent study, professor. It's my favorite form of studying. Besides, I didn't ask for the holiday. My parents and brother told me I was taking it." She pouted and pulled her book to her chest with a sniff.
Her eyes traveled back to the device, but it was hard to inspect it in the dark, even with the light from her wand. "I... don't suppose you'd be willing to give supplementary classes to fill in the gaps I missed?" The problem with being intelligent and hungering for knowledge was that curiosity always got the best of her. She could not train her eyes on anything but the device now as she ran through different artifacts it could be. "I would prefer not to miss classes if I can help it, but I can't in this instance. My brother is immovable. He's such a pain."
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damien wilde
hogwarts staff
DADA professor
vampire
breathe into me[br]and make me real[br][br]save me from[br]the nothing[br]i've become
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Post by damien wilde on Jun 15, 2010 8:39:49 GMT -5
In the darkness he could still see her creamy skin, the curve of her neck. Lately his self-control was lacking. His professor act seemed harder to achieve with all the pretty little students running around, the hot professors, the sexy vampires. Damien had a hard time concentrating on being a professor when his mind was so clouded by all of the fresh blood surrounding him.
"I see," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I'll have to keep in mind that you manage to do anything you want," he said, like a true professor. He really wished she wasn't a student, he couldn't feed from all of them. At least if she looked up at him, taking in how beautiful of a man he was... Then he would have something to go off of. He could make this little adventurer swoon over his charm. He could feed, she could forget. Damien found himself clutching his forehead - there was something about the night, and a young girl all alone... It was driving him nuts. Young girls were his favorite meal.
As Damien listened to her words he couldn't decide if she were brave or naive. She sounded more naive to him, like she'd never encountered real danger. It would only take him a second to be right in front of her, steal her wand and have her cornered. She would be helpless then. Damien pondered him being the reason she was no longer fearless; it both thrilled him and worried him. One of his hands was rested on the brick building beside him, and if he didn't stop playing with these scenario's in his mind his fingers would soon crush through the building. His grip, at the moment, was his only restraint.
"You must have been lucky not to encounter anything too dangerous thus far," he said, with a small smile, distracting himself from what he really wanted to do. "But I must say, I admire your confidence," he gave her that, while also desiring to be the one to strip her of that confidence. Being a professor and a vengeful vampire really didn't mix, they were almost opposites. Damien was a good actor, but he certainly struggled in situations such as these.
He couldn't help but laugh at her as she spoke, ending with a huff and a pout. He eyed the plump bottom lip that stuck out, fingers gripping brick once again as he fought the urge to sink his fangs in her lip. A deep breath and he replied, "That's good you're still studying, if I had a break like that when I was younger I can't say I would study," he told her honestly. Damien didn't care if it was unprofessional, they were outside of the classroom.
He looked down at the device she was so interested in. He offered it to her, holding his arm out. Damien was going to hold back the moment their hands brushed, he wouldn't grab her hand, he wouldn't pull her to him. What he handed her was a small music box. "You can open it, but I don't recommend winding it up," he suggested with a small smile, not quite genuine. "It plays a sinister tune, and eventually knocks out anyone near it." He hoped that curiosity wouldn't get the best of her. He didn't know if he could handle it, because chances are he wouldn't get knocked out. Damien was a vampire, he was dead... so chances are it would only effect her. And, well... he might not do the right thing.
"I'm not just using this for the lesson, I hadn't got around to getting a hold of it yet - the other staff want me to show students all dangerous objects that people may try to use. So I have a lot more for class," he decided to let her know so that she didn't think the lesson was surrounded entirely by the one object. "That's fine, I'm sure you'll catch up - you're smart," he said, blue eyes vivid in the night.
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Samantha Cross
ravenclaw student
fifth year
I'm [i]gasoline[/i] you're the [b]match[/b][br][sub]I'm not sure if we could handle that[/sub]
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Post by Samantha Cross on Jun 23, 2010 10:10:55 GMT -5
Samantha watched Professor Wilde closely, as was common for her - what with her curiosity and all. He sure did act strangely. Considering the fact that she didn't see him much she could only assume it was his normal nature and not something brought on by her or the situation. She had noted oddities before, in the halls and class, those brief snippets that were so... unprofessional, could be windows to his natural state. If only she knew the truth.
"Studying is what I love best. I am a Ravenclaw after all. My thirst for knowledge is nearly inexhaustible. Understandably there are some things which don't interest me like how everyday things are made and such, but creatures, the making of wands, spells, all things ultra magical - now those things are like... oh, what is that muggle thing people get addicted to? It's some sort of drug... Coat? No no, coke? Well, whatever. I'm highly addicted to researching all things which are inherently magical." Samantha nodded matter-of-factly.
Professor Wilde handed her the box he had in his possession and warned her not to wind it up. She opened it as he said she could and took in the inner details, then closed it again and observed the outside. "A sinister tune that knocks people out, huh? I'm terribly sorry I'm missing this lecture. Not just this item but several?" She bit her lip, chewing on it slowly while she mulled the idea of skipping out on her 'vacation' to attend the DADA class.
Unfortunately she had a feeling it would be nearly impossible to sneak out of her house and back to school. Floo powder and other modes of transportation to Diagon Alley were fairly easy, but there was little to be done to get onto Hogwarts grounds short of walk. She could always make her way to Hogsmeade, but she was unsure of which fireplaces were available and there were some places that, regardless of her fearless nature, she didn't want to end up. The Hog's Head was one such place - it wasn't scary but it was awfully filthy. Dirt in nature was one thing, but an establishment covered in years of grime? Not Sam's cup of tea.
"Really though professor, I know I'm smart, but with practical material like this I doubt there's much independent study to do unless you're willing to let me borrow the items once I return to school? Perhaps with a list of warnings for them. I can handle getting knocked out, but it would certainly be nice if I'm prepared for it so I don't wake up completely out of sorts." Sam shrugged and looked up at him with a poorly masked curiosity and an attempt (though most like a failed one) at looking cute in order to sway Professor Wilde's decision to help her out.
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damien wilde
hogwarts staff
DADA professor
vampire
breathe into me[br]and make me real[br][br]save me from[br]the nothing[br]i've become
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Post by damien wilde on Jul 4, 2010 13:42:03 GMT -5
Acting strangely was a nice way to put his current state. Damien was fighting through his bloodlust, his greed. If Samantha accurately read his body language she would surely notice the force in which his fingers held the nearby building, the way he was eyeing her more like a snack than a student. Luckily he fought for his job, he had bigger plans, and Damien had to remain a professor. So she would be safe, as long as he continued to fight the intense need within.
Damien was momentarily amused with her fascination associated with studying. He liked that she was interested in most everything... especially creatures. A smirk was present at the mention of that. He could let her study him, he was a creature... Oh yes, Damien would let her experiment in whatever fashion she desired. He couldn't escape his evil or perverted thoughts, they demanded his attention at her interest in creatures. Vampires in particular, perhaps?
He regained control of his thoughts, and could answer in a remotely normal way. "Fascinating that you're so interested, in so many things... It's a good thing, you must be a delight for all of the other professors," it took a minute for him to regain good behavior, but it was certain that conversation helped to relieve the hunger he felt for her. He laughed, "Yes, coke... So you're mostly interested in things that don't have an obvious logical explanation? Creatures are something I am quite interested in too..." his smile wasn't genuine, it was almost creepy, but not quite... He was being a good boy, a great actor. She would have to observe quite closely to really notice a problem with him.
"Yes, several," he said, smirking at the realization that it had peaked her curiosity."If you are so interested in the items, perhaps I can keep them until you get back from your vacation. I don't think I can give them to you unattended... but, if you like, you can come to my classroom and experiment with them all you want. I won't hang over your shoulder, it will just... spare me from getting in trouble with the headmaster," the idea came spur of the moment. He probably would play nice. He sounded like a caring and genuinely nice professor... Surely she wouldn't pick up on the underlying predatory possibilities.
"Only if you want to, or only if you are able to. I'd hate to have a willing student miss out on something that interests them, though..." with that he smiled, and his grip on the wall lessened. Maybe if he spent more time with her he could slowly creep his way into her life. Damien liked to play different games with his victims. And if he could hold himself back, perhaps he could have her wrapped around his wicked finger.
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Samantha Cross
ravenclaw student
fifth year
I'm [i]gasoline[/i] you're the [b]match[/b][br][sub]I'm not sure if we could handle that[/sub]
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Post by Samantha Cross on Jul 11, 2010 9:05:59 GMT -5
"A delight. Yes, I suppose to some. Many find my insatiable desire for knowledge tedious and exhausting though. I almost always have a question. In my first few years I used to give my professors quite the headache. I'd ask so many questions they wouldn't be able to finish the lessons. It wasn't until I started independent study that they found me more enjoyable. With independent study I can answer my own questions usually." She shrugged.
She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned his own interest in creatures. "Oh, really? Perhaps we could discuss them sometime then?" He had no idea how willing she'd be to experiment on him, given the opportunity. Poking and prodding with wands and needles, injections of potions and muggle drugs - both medical and illegal if she could get her hands on them. Cutting, slicing. She wasn't morbid or sadistic or anything, but experimentation was key to understanding things.
"Could you really? That'd be absolutely fantastic!" She smiled brightly at the prospect of getting to inspect the objects. "Oh, yes, that would be fine. I understand that the school has to be careful with the few students still at it. After all the bad things that have happened there over the years, even something as simple as an unsupervised student being injured could shut the place down no doubt. Negligence they'd call it."
"You're quite kind, professor." Sam wasn't entirely sure she believed her own words. Especially since her observations of him had put her on edge, but it felt like the right thing to say and she had no evidence that he wasn't just weird. Just because someone was weird didn't automatically mean they were bad people. Sam knew that first hand. Still, it didn't mean they couldn't be bad either and Sam knew to keep that in mind too. This professor would need further evaluation by way of observation and interaction.
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damien wilde
hogwarts staff
DADA professor
vampire
breathe into me[br]and make me real[br][br]save me from[br]the nothing[br]i've become
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Post by damien wilde on Jul 12, 2010 18:27:34 GMT -5
Samantha had somehow managed a laugh out of the professor. A genuine smile appeared on his face, which gave him a boyish look. “It’s good that you’ve found a solution all on your own. How silly professors are, either their students don’t answer enough questions or they answer too many. I think your thirst for knowledge is refreshing, please don’t hesitate to ask questions in my class,” his gaze shifted from her for the first time, his vivid eyes watching the sky, somehow beautifully lit with stars, gorgeous amongst the dirty alleyways.
Damien had made his words so typical of a good professor. He was impressed with himself. The act came easily, he would enjoy to hear her voice in his classroom, he didn’t want this late night encounter to be their last. If the poor girl had known his intentions, the thirst aching in his throat for her… She would have run, surely. Vampires were lucky, however – they could blend in, they could act – but most importantly, they could allure. Damien had always been able to intrigue women with his exceptional looks, but being a vampire, most humans were smitten. He was optimistic that this one wouldn’t take too long to embrace the infatuation.
“Yes, discuss them…” there was something in his gaze, like any minute he would lick his lips, like he was dying to taste her. He really should have fed from one of the other women he’d encountered earlier. If Damien did know what she’d do to him – hell, he’d allow it. Surely she’d have to strap him down because he wouldn’t be able to resist a little experimentation of his own. “I’d love too,” he looked at her with a mixture of a smile and a smirk.
She could easily be, his favorite student.
Damien was almost taken aback by her enthusiasm, but then he enjoyed it. Something about her eagerness excited him, it made his mind crawl with sadistic possibilities. Damien was so used to girl’s that were screamers, always afraid. This girl, however, was curious – she disregarded danger. And yes, he wanted to scare the hell out of her, he wanted to pierce her perfect little neck, he wanted to watch her bleed to death as she begged for life.
Yet at the same time, Damien loved that she was this interested. In fact, even as he was killing her she’d probably ask questions, or ask to observe him.
Damien really had to stop thinking about hurting the poor little girl, his teeth were sore, his throat desperate. He had to get away from her, he wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to come to his office and play with evil devices. Yes, this girl wasn’t a quick snack – she was a project, a meal; and he intended to savor her.
“Most definitely,” he said, oddly, another smile that flashed his pearly whites appearing on is porcelain face. “Yes, they’re really cracking down. But as long as I’m there I don’t see the harm, I will see to it that you don’t get injured by any of the dark artifacts,” Damien said, such a loyal professor he was.
He’d never been called kind. He’d been called sexy, handsome, gorgeous, mysterious, but kind? No. It was an interesting choice of words, for sure. “Well thank you. I probably should get going though, will you be okay? I don’t feel right leaving you to the dangers of a dark alleyway…” He looked down at her, with feigned concern. Yet, how feigned was it really? He didn’t want anything to happen to her. Damien wanted to toy with her, if anyone was going to hurt her it would be him.
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