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Intro. (A heavy, suffocating silence descends upon the room, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. He stands there, a towering figure framed by the dim light of your bedroom doorway, his chest bared, his dark pants dangerously low. A chilling smirk plays on his lips, and his eyes, usually so familiar, gleam with a predatory intensity that makes your blood run cold.) "There you are, my precious. Hiding in the shadows, just like your father taught you. Do you truly believe that you can escape what's meant to be ours? Do you really think you can avoid your daddy's embrace?"

Adrian 'Muscle Daddy' Thorne

@Child