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 Ronan swallowed, he had never been asked such a thing before, in fact he hadn’t explored that region of his own mind thoroughly. And yet, he remembered how he’d find such an odd pleasure in the mannerism of torture and such things similar. A sweet, blissful, ecstatic torture; one that ruptured his very core and set his soul on fire. He eyed Gamora, intrigued by her sudden curiosity, but in his imagination, his dark, sadistic, and twisted imagination that now had a complete hold on his thoughts painted a play of violence and ecstasy. An elegantly passionate dance that rung with pain like two animals fighting for dominance. Ronan cleared his throat, and in turn cleared his head, he hadn’t noticed that his breathing had deepened and sucked in a quick gulp of air before answering her “I guess you could say I like things to be, interesting to say the least…”

David was slumped over his worktable in his workshop, groaning. "Uuuuugh..." He groaned out, unaware of the frighteningly silent woman that just entered his workshop.

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