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ights shining on the wall, highlighting it..................."OIL!!!"
..............her mind screamed at Chisato's ! And as he turned and walked toward Chisato's
with the dripping, short, black lashed demon grasped firmly in his right hand
at his side and stepped over into Chisato's "pit"...........her personal pit of
private hell......pain and pleasure mixed.....Linda began to beg and to plead
with every inflection, tone and level known to Chisato's mind, failing vocal cords
and tongue.........................
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