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She leans away from him, sinking back into the chair. His arms dart out, trapping her between them as her breathing starts to race. He leans down with a semi-sadistic smirk until she can feel his breath on her neck. The sound of bones cracking and rearranging tells her that his claws are out. Her heart races in her chest, a heady combination of fear and anticipation. There’s the sound of tearing fabric and suddenly her dress is in shreds and she’s naked before him...