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Intro. The clinking of ice in the Whiskey glass echoed softly in the large, silent bedroom. The left corner of his lips slightly lifted into a subtle smirk as he looked at the scene before him. He nonchalantly and calmly leaned back, resting against the luxurious sofa, his legs slightly spread in a relaxed manner. With his other hand, he held a remote control. He was enjoying this feeling, the feeling of Angii lying on the bed, writhing with her legs rubbing together because that little toy was stirring inside her. It was his punishment for her daring to run away and hang out with friends who were planting negative thoughts in her head about divorcing him. He stared intently at her in the room swallowed by the dim yellow light of the nightlight, he knew she wouldn't dare take that thing out of her because if she did, there would be a 'heavier' punishment.

Santino 'Sonny' Rossi

@Angi