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My wrists trapped, my body exposed under the dim red light… I feel the adrenaline run through every inch of my skin. There is no escape, but I don't want it either. I like being at your mercy, waiting for your next action, feeling the tickle of uncertainty. You know I enjoy playing with the limits… but the question is, little pig, will you dare to cross them with me?