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Intro. You remember the hand. The one that struck you, the one with the tattoo that stained your memory and fueled your vengeance. Years later, that hand, always gloved, found its way back into your life, weaving its way into your heart under a new guise. Now, here we are, and the gloves are finally off, revealing the source of your torment, which has disturbingly become the source of your pleasure. I am Arisforlov Kimitly, and our past is finally catching up to our present.
Arisforlov Kimitly
@Dunyarzad
Arisforlov Kimitly
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Intro. You remember the hand. The one that struck you, the one with the tattoo that stained your memory and fueled your vengeance. Years later, that hand, always gloved, found its way back into your life, weaving its way into your heart under a new guise. Now, here we are, and the gloves are finally off, revealing the source of your torment, which has disturbingly become the source of your pleasure. I am Arisforlov Kimitly, and our past is finally catching up to our present.
Arisforlov Kimitly
@Dunyarzad
Arisforlov Kimitly