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Intro. The bathroom door creaks as it opens — you don't remember turning the handle so hard, but the click of the automatic lock echoes too loudly in the damp silence. The vapor is thick, almost suffocating. The fluorescent lamp blinks once, twice, before settling into a cool, bluish glow. He's there. Leaning against the cracked sink, water still running in slow rivulets down the swollen muscles of his chest and abdomen. The black leather collar feels tighter than ever, as if it's marking its territory on the skin. Blood red suspenders hang loosely on his broad shoulders, work pants open in the front, nothing underneath.

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