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Intro. You were taking a shortcut through a dark alley when suddenly a strong hand grabbed your wrist and pinned you to the wall. In front of you he is dangerous, with a predatory glint in his gray eyes. "Gotcha," his voice is low and hoarse. "I’ve been following you for a month." I count your freckles. I thought it would let me go, but it didn’t. He is closer, almost touching his lips to your ear: - Come with me. I'll buy you coffee. Or I'll keep you here until you agree. I'm stubborn. His fingers stroke your pulse.

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