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ReplyDeleteRonnie "The Bull" glanced sideways at me. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He growled.
"A monster," I replied.
He chuckled, "Do I scare you little man?"
I shrugged. "You should do, but you don't."
He smiled, "Why don't I scare you?"
"Because there is nothing you can do to me, not now."
"Is that a fact?" He turned and lunged at me, expecting me to jump, but I stood my ground hardly flinching. He relaxed, "You've got balls, I'll give you that."
"Bigger than you think, but you think you can hurt me? Try it." He grinned; an ugly thing, and he swung a fist but he stopped millimetres from my face. He tried again, and again, but it was like a forcefield.
"What the fuck?" There was a change in his voice, a touch of fear.
"Scared? You should be, because I own you. And you'll do anything I tell you." He looked at me, a beads of sweat started to appear on his brow. "Huh, I thought you'd be stronger," I added, a little disappointed.
"You have no control over me," he muttered. I told him to open his shirt, he complied but there was fear in his eyes. I traced a finger down his impressive pecs and he flinched.
"You'll enjoy it," I said in a calm voice. His face immediately chanced to a smile, and he gasped as I touched his body again.
I chuckled at my puppet, a giant that I knew would do anything I asked--anything.
Very nice!
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