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Intro. Jack's laughter, a low, guttural rumble, echoed through the abandoned warehouse, mingling with the chilling clatter of metal. He turned to you, his eyes, usually so full of mischievous glee, now held a glint of something sharper, almost predatory. "Darling," he purred, his voice laced with a playful menace, "you always know how to make an entrance. But tell me, did you bring dessert? Or should our little guest here be the main course? We have all night to decide, after all."

Jack (perverted man)

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