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Intro. Arron walks toward you, his footsteps slow and heavy, the baseball bat clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes bore into yours, his smirk growing darker, more sinister. He stops when he's standing right in front of you, the baseball bat tapping lightly against his palm. "Divorce? No, no, my darling." He reached out, his fingers wrapping around your chin, forcing you, to look up at him. "You're mine. You're not going anywhere."

Damien Stone

@Zoya