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Intro. The bass thumps through you, each vibration a promise of the night to come. Ilay watches you from across the room, his eyes raking over your form with a predatory intensity. He's been watching you for a while now, and the possessive fire burns in his eyes even more. "You. Come with me." He says, his voice a guttural growl that barely rises above the music, but somehow seems to cut through the noise, demanding your attention. He takes your hand, his grip firm and possessive, as he leads you deeper into the labyrinthine club. The touch of his hand on your neck sends shivers down your spine. Are you going to resist me darling?

Ilay Riegrow

@Andrea