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So I’ll be starting some fanfics cause why not. I’ll try to make them accurate to the set-up lore of the series, but there will probably be very very very little wiggle room for that. So some things will be completely inaccurate towards the characters. Like in Mass Effect, a FemShep x Tali thing. It doesn’t happen in the game (which suuuuucks) but it may happen in one of my stories. Either way, they won’t be mindlessly cruel. I still want them to be something you can smile about. So, enjoy my fellow tickle lovers.
James was a young man who found himself in the middle of nowhere for a trip he thought would be fun. His jacket did little with the cold while the bottom of his jeans were soaked from the tall snow.
When James arrived at this odd village, most of the people directed him towards the large castle while others told him to leave. That outsiders didn’t belong, but when your car breaks down in middle of nowhere, you have little choices. So, he was walking up the small path to the large entrance of the castle.
Once he reached the large doors, he felt like he should maybe search somewhere else. I mean why would a castle have the things he needs to move on. But it seemed he had limited options. So, he knocked on the door and swore he could hear it echo throughout the castle.
The door then creaked open, but he saw no one inside the flame lit interior. Inside he could see the white decorated walls with a fancy red rug covering the floor. As he stepped in, he immediately felt oddly warm despite the location of the castle. It was like they sealed all the windows and other doors shut so no breeze could get in. He closed the doors behind him and walked up the short stairs.
Ahead of him he could see an old looking painting that he felt should belong in a museum or something. It showed, three women. The one of the left had a black dress while the middle had a white one and the right girl had a pink dress.
As he stared at it, he could hear buzzing. A voice then said, “Oh lookie here. A little stray wondered on in here.”
He turned around a black cloud started to form. Soon a figure started to form, and it slowly became a woman in a black dress and hood. Her skin was a pale grey while her black lips formed an open smile. Her red hair leaked through on one side while her yellow eyes stared at him with glee.
She giggled and pushed James against the painting. She sniffed him and started giggling. “All nice and lively.”
“S-Sorry If I’m intruding, but the people told me to come up here.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she responded. She swung him around and shoved him away. Once he landed, she said, “Let’s play a little game. You run around and I chase you.”
Feeling his heart beating faster, he asked, “What’ll happen if you catch me?”
“Just some more fun,” she giggled back as she pulled out a small rusty sickle. “Now run man! Run! Before my sisters find you.”
He stumbled back up to his feet and started running. As he did, he could hear more of her giggles and buzzing again. But he didn’t look back. Instead, he focused on running. While he did, he could hear her counting.
When he couldn’t hear her anymore, he ran through a door and came to what seemed like a dining room. It was dark and the windows were frosted over. He then heard, “Ready or not, Here I come!”
He quickly ducked under the table and prayed that the cloth would protect him from her gaze. At first, he could only hear his own heart, but soon he could hear the buzzing. The woman said, “Where are you little man.”
The door then creaked open and he would see the bottom of the black dress being dragged across the floor. He covered his mouth to hide his breathing. Soon the dress went through one of the other doors and he released a sigh of relief.
“I see your foot, man.”
Suddenly he felt something grab his ankle and yank him out from the table. He tried to pull himself back under, but soon he felt a hand flip him over to his back and the redhead planted herself on top of him. As she giggled, he plead, “Please wait!”
She stabbed the blade into the ground and leaned down to him. Her hands traced over his sides, and she started to sniff him again. She closed in on his neck and soon she gripped his sides. The sudden sensation made him squeal a bit and this caught her attention.
She shot back up and gave him a curious look. She asked, “Is someone ticklish?”
“W-Wait. We can talk this out.”
She tapped her finger on her black lips like she was contemplating it. She then shot back down and grabbed his sides again. He tried to fight her off, but she was oddly strong. As he tried to fight the laughter, she teased, “Someone’s a ticklish little man aren’t they.”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”
“Yes more!” she shot back. “It’s so rare for me to have such a lovely human all to myself. And I’ll be taking full advantage of such a blessing.”
She would keep pinching his sides while adding a slight jiggle to them. She would bit he lip and soon her hands started to explore. One went up and shoved itself in his armpit while the other snaked under his shirt and scratched at his stomach.
Despite the clear torture, James couldn’t help himself. A beautiful goth like woman was grinding against and completely dominating him. No matter how he tried to fight it or how afraid he was, he could feel himself growing erect against her butt as he tried to squirm free.
She must’ve known something cause she said, “I think someone is having as much fun as me. Let’s spice it up.”
While using one hand to tickle him, she reached for the sickle and carefully started cutting his clothes off. She sliced his shirt down the middle and exposes his stomach to the warm air. Then she sliced up the jacket and made it into mere cloth ribbons that were shaken off. After his torso was exposed, she hooked the blade into his pants and sliced down the seam. Once the fabric was merely resting on him, she ripped it off and threw it aside. Now he was only in his boxers with his erection peeking through the gap in the middle.
She stopped for a moment and James started to inhale air as his limbs went limp. As she examined her body, she said, “Such a nice and soft body. No wonder you’re so ticklish.”
While sucking in air, he pleaded, “Please don’t kill me.”
She rubbed her hands on his pulsating chest and reassured, “Oh don’t worry ticklish little man. You’re too fun to kill with this fresh discovery.”
She then made her way down to his legs. While pushing his ankles, she used the sickle and sliced his shoes laces off. She then ripped the soaked boats off and threw them off to the side. Next she gripped the tips of his socks and in one fell swoop, slid them off and exposing his feet.
She rested her chest on his legs and used her knees to pin his arms while the sides of her black flat wearing feet locked his head in place. She then tested his foot by slowly tracing a single black nail around his arches.
As he grinned and tried to contain the soft laughter trying to leak out, she said, “Such soft feet. Probably the softest pair in the village. Well in third when Bela and Mother and involved. Maybe second actually.”
As she kept teasing, James was forced to stare at her rear. Managing to just fight the slight tickling, he pleaded, “P-Please. Not the f-f-feet.”
“Oh well now I have to test them out.”
She then slowly wiggled one hand other his soles. James tried his best to fight, but with her on top of him, all he could do was wiggle a bit while bits of laughter sneaked out. Once her fingers had reached the bottom of his heel, she would follow the same pattern on his other foot. Wiggling the sharp nails from the top of his wiggling toes, over his taut soles and down his smooth heels.
Next, she wanted to dive in. She tensed up her fingers and starting raking them over his squirming feet. His mouth broke like a dam and laughter flooded out. He tried his best to lift his arms free form her legs while her merciless fingers were keeping a steady tickle beat.
“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!”
She didn’t though. Even though it wasn’t her feet being tickled, she found herself giggling. He just kept trying to squirm out, but it was pointless. While raking her nails over one of his soles, she started to scratch at his arches. She couldn’t even blink.
As he was losing his mind, she remarked, “Not even the village girls we get are this ticklish.”
She then placed her nails under his toes and with this new sensation, he involuntarily clenched them. Trapping her nails and only making it worse. Her other then switched from the arches and started scratching at the sides of his soles.
If only he could have some release, but no. She kept his arms from flailing, his legs from bucking, he wasn’t even allowed to shake his head. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but this made the tickling worse somehow. Instead, all he could do was stare at her oddly teasing rear and try to escape the precise nails.
After a bit, she finally stopped and turned around. Now sitting on his stomach again, she looked down at the exhausted James. She then started to rub his chest and said, “So ticklish. It was like you were made just to laugh.”
Before he could say anything, she snaked her hands into his armpits. With her sharp black nails digging in them, James went back to a laughing mess while the woman was staring at him with glee. He tried to buck and push her off, but she was so strong. The best he could do was grab at her shoulders and try to sway her away, but that didn’t stop her. But all she did was giggle and kept her nails entrenched in their ticklish attack.
“GOHOHOHOHOHD HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!”
She leaned in and whispered, “It’s just me and you. No god here.”
He then felt her lick the back of his neck. Her hands gripped his sides and suddenly her teeth were on his neck. While squeezing his sides, her teeth were nibbling at his neck. Send his brain ticklish shockwaves from three different spots now. He tried to claw his way across the floor, she managed to grab both of them, pull them down and pinned them between her legs and his torso.
“Bad man. No trying to get away like that. Time to punish you.”
She got up, but before he could react, she had placed her nether region on his face while making sure his arms could reach up by pinning them with her knees. Now he had a pair of black panties over his face and was met with a floral scent flooding his nose. Her black dress had completely covered his upper body and only stopped there because she wanted to see his stomach and sides.
She shifted her weight a bit and said, “If you do good, then I can reward you too.”
Next thing he knew, he felt a pair of hands gripping at his sides. Too exhausted to fight anymore, he just laughed into her privates while lazily struggling. It seemed though he was doing something right though. The woman was biting her lip while she stared at his shaking stomach.
But before she could enjoy the finale, a voice asked, “What the hell are you doing?”
James looked to the side and saw two more women. One was blonde while the other was a brunette. Both wore the same dress with the same pale skin and black lips.
The brunette said, “I think Daniela is having fun with another human.”
“It does seem that way,” the blonde responded. “Though not the usually way.”
Daniela then pulled James up like he was a pet and clung him into her chest. She then said, “Back off. I caught him. So, I get to do what I want with him.”
The blonde said, “Maybe, but we still need to take him to Mother.”
The redhead sighed and said, “Fine.”
The then grabbed James by his ankle and the blonde grabbed his other ankle and they dragged him across the castle with the brunette following behind. They dragged him through the hall and pushed open a door. It seemed like some sort of study or something. A fireplace was crackling in the background of the soft giggling while a pale woman in a white dress was sitting in a chair.
The woman asked, “What is it girls?”
The blonde answered, “We found a guest.”
Daniela corrected, “I found him.”
She stood up and James saw that she was far taller than he first thought. A lot taller actually. He was 6 foot and it seemed like he was barely the same height as her long legs. He could see three black flowers on her massive chest while her pale skin was almost white. He yellow eyes started down at him while she held a long stick with a burning cigarette on the hand in one black gloved hand.
She asked, “Why is he naked?”
The brunette said, “Daniela was having some fun.”
“And yet he seemed unharmed,” the woman said. She looked towards the redhead and asked, “What were you doing exactly?”
Daniela rubbed her arm and said, “Well I was going to cut him, buuuut I touch his sides and he just blurted out laughing.”
The blonde said, “Yeah she was apparently tickling him. And it seems he was enjoying it.”
The woman stared back at James and said, “Well alright then. Go ahead and rain him in the dungeon.”
“Wait Mother!” Daniela yelled. “Can we keep him actually?”
The brunette asked, “Like not killing him?”
The Woman leaned down to the redhead and asked, “Is that right Daniela? You don’t want to kill him?”
“Well yeah. I was hoping he could be my pet.”
The woman added, “And tickle him more?”
“Yes Mother. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was fun. Plus, we rarely get a man. I think he would be a fine toy to have.”
“Hmm,” the woman responded. She looked towards the brunette. “What do you say Cassandra?” She simply shrugged and looked towards the blonde. The woman asked, “And you Bela? Do agree with Daniela’s idea?”
The blonde looked at him and paused a moment. She shrugged and said, “Sure. And if we get bored with him, we could always just kill him.”
It seemed like Daniela tried to contain her excitement as the tall woman walked over to James. Her red lips formed a smile and she said, “Then we have it. This Man-Toy will entertain us. Do try not to break him too soon.”
Daniela slid over to James and lifted him up. She said, “Well Man-Toy? What do you say to Mother?”
He paused and soon said, “Uh thanks. I think.”
“Oh, that won’t do,” the woman responded. She walked up to him and leaned down closer to his level. “From now on, you’ll be calling me Lady Dimitrescu.”
“Y-yes Lady Dimitrescu,” he stuttered out.
Dimitrescu leaned back up and said, “Good man. Now girls, since this was Daniela’s idea, you must listen to her.”
The redhead smiled and quickly said, “Thanks Mother.”
Before the others could say anything, she dragged him out of the room. While gliding through the halls with the other two sisters behind, Daniela said, “Now Man-Toy. We’ll be having a lot of fun. So much that we won’t even eat you. That’s my rule.”
“That’s no fun,” Cassandra said.
“Oh, but his flesh is so soft,” Daniela responded. “So much so that I can’t bear to see any scars or missing pieces.”
Bela said, “Now now Cassandra. Mother has spoken. Daniela is in charge of this man.”
The brunette was quiet. Black buzzing clouds dragged him across the castle. He couldn’t fight free, and it seemed like he had no escape. Not when he’s naked and in the mountains. At least they aren’t trying to kill him. Yet.
James was a young man who found himself in the middle of nowhere for a trip he thought would be fun. His jacket did little with the cold while the bottom of his jeans were soaked from the tall snow.
When James arrived at this odd village, most of the people directed him towards the large castle while others told him to leave. That outsiders didn’t belong, but when your car breaks down in middle of nowhere, you have little choices. So, he was walking up the small path to the large entrance of the castle.
Once he reached the large doors, he felt like he should maybe search somewhere else. I mean why would a castle have the things he needs to move on. But it seemed he had limited options. So, he knocked on the door and swore he could hear it echo throughout the castle.
The door then creaked open, but he saw no one inside the flame lit interior. Inside he could see the white decorated walls with a fancy red rug covering the floor. As he stepped in, he immediately felt oddly warm despite the location of the castle. It was like they sealed all the windows and other doors shut so no breeze could get in. He closed the doors behind him and walked up the short stairs.
Ahead of him he could see an old looking painting that he felt should belong in a museum or something. It showed, three women. The one of the left had a black dress while the middle had a white one and the right girl had a pink dress.
As he stared at it, he could hear buzzing. A voice then said, “Oh lookie here. A little stray wondered on in here.”
He turned around a black cloud started to form. Soon a figure started to form, and it slowly became a woman in a black dress and hood. Her skin was a pale grey while her black lips formed an open smile. Her red hair leaked through on one side while her yellow eyes stared at him with glee.
She giggled and pushed James against the painting. She sniffed him and started giggling. “All nice and lively.”
“S-Sorry If I’m intruding, but the people told me to come up here.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she responded. She swung him around and shoved him away. Once he landed, she said, “Let’s play a little game. You run around and I chase you.”
Feeling his heart beating faster, he asked, “What’ll happen if you catch me?”
“Just some more fun,” she giggled back as she pulled out a small rusty sickle. “Now run man! Run! Before my sisters find you.”
He stumbled back up to his feet and started running. As he did, he could hear more of her giggles and buzzing again. But he didn’t look back. Instead, he focused on running. While he did, he could hear her counting.
When he couldn’t hear her anymore, he ran through a door and came to what seemed like a dining room. It was dark and the windows were frosted over. He then heard, “Ready or not, Here I come!”
He quickly ducked under the table and prayed that the cloth would protect him from her gaze. At first, he could only hear his own heart, but soon he could hear the buzzing. The woman said, “Where are you little man.”
The door then creaked open and he would see the bottom of the black dress being dragged across the floor. He covered his mouth to hide his breathing. Soon the dress went through one of the other doors and he released a sigh of relief.
“I see your foot, man.”
Suddenly he felt something grab his ankle and yank him out from the table. He tried to pull himself back under, but soon he felt a hand flip him over to his back and the redhead planted herself on top of him. As she giggled, he plead, “Please wait!”
She stabbed the blade into the ground and leaned down to him. Her hands traced over his sides, and she started to sniff him again. She closed in on his neck and soon she gripped his sides. The sudden sensation made him squeal a bit and this caught her attention.
She shot back up and gave him a curious look. She asked, “Is someone ticklish?”
“W-Wait. We can talk this out.”
She tapped her finger on her black lips like she was contemplating it. She then shot back down and grabbed his sides again. He tried to fight her off, but she was oddly strong. As he tried to fight the laughter, she teased, “Someone’s a ticklish little man aren’t they.”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”
“Yes more!” she shot back. “It’s so rare for me to have such a lovely human all to myself. And I’ll be taking full advantage of such a blessing.”
She would keep pinching his sides while adding a slight jiggle to them. She would bit he lip and soon her hands started to explore. One went up and shoved itself in his armpit while the other snaked under his shirt and scratched at his stomach.
Despite the clear torture, James couldn’t help himself. A beautiful goth like woman was grinding against and completely dominating him. No matter how he tried to fight it or how afraid he was, he could feel himself growing erect against her butt as he tried to squirm free.
She must’ve known something cause she said, “I think someone is having as much fun as me. Let’s spice it up.”
While using one hand to tickle him, she reached for the sickle and carefully started cutting his clothes off. She sliced his shirt down the middle and exposes his stomach to the warm air. Then she sliced up the jacket and made it into mere cloth ribbons that were shaken off. After his torso was exposed, she hooked the blade into his pants and sliced down the seam. Once the fabric was merely resting on him, she ripped it off and threw it aside. Now he was only in his boxers with his erection peeking through the gap in the middle.
She stopped for a moment and James started to inhale air as his limbs went limp. As she examined her body, she said, “Such a nice and soft body. No wonder you’re so ticklish.”
While sucking in air, he pleaded, “Please don’t kill me.”
She rubbed her hands on his pulsating chest and reassured, “Oh don’t worry ticklish little man. You’re too fun to kill with this fresh discovery.”
She then made her way down to his legs. While pushing his ankles, she used the sickle and sliced his shoes laces off. She then ripped the soaked boats off and threw them off to the side. Next she gripped the tips of his socks and in one fell swoop, slid them off and exposing his feet.
She rested her chest on his legs and used her knees to pin his arms while the sides of her black flat wearing feet locked his head in place. She then tested his foot by slowly tracing a single black nail around his arches.
As he grinned and tried to contain the soft laughter trying to leak out, she said, “Such soft feet. Probably the softest pair in the village. Well in third when Bela and Mother and involved. Maybe second actually.”
As she kept teasing, James was forced to stare at her rear. Managing to just fight the slight tickling, he pleaded, “P-Please. Not the f-f-feet.”
“Oh well now I have to test them out.”
She then slowly wiggled one hand other his soles. James tried his best to fight, but with her on top of him, all he could do was wiggle a bit while bits of laughter sneaked out. Once her fingers had reached the bottom of his heel, she would follow the same pattern on his other foot. Wiggling the sharp nails from the top of his wiggling toes, over his taut soles and down his smooth heels.
Next, she wanted to dive in. She tensed up her fingers and starting raking them over his squirming feet. His mouth broke like a dam and laughter flooded out. He tried his best to lift his arms free form her legs while her merciless fingers were keeping a steady tickle beat.
“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!”
She didn’t though. Even though it wasn’t her feet being tickled, she found herself giggling. He just kept trying to squirm out, but it was pointless. While raking her nails over one of his soles, she started to scratch at his arches. She couldn’t even blink.
As he was losing his mind, she remarked, “Not even the village girls we get are this ticklish.”
She then placed her nails under his toes and with this new sensation, he involuntarily clenched them. Trapping her nails and only making it worse. Her other then switched from the arches and started scratching at the sides of his soles.
If only he could have some release, but no. She kept his arms from flailing, his legs from bucking, he wasn’t even allowed to shake his head. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but this made the tickling worse somehow. Instead, all he could do was stare at her oddly teasing rear and try to escape the precise nails.
After a bit, she finally stopped and turned around. Now sitting on his stomach again, she looked down at the exhausted James. She then started to rub his chest and said, “So ticklish. It was like you were made just to laugh.”
Before he could say anything, she snaked her hands into his armpits. With her sharp black nails digging in them, James went back to a laughing mess while the woman was staring at him with glee. He tried to buck and push her off, but she was so strong. The best he could do was grab at her shoulders and try to sway her away, but that didn’t stop her. But all she did was giggle and kept her nails entrenched in their ticklish attack.
“GOHOHOHOHOHD HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!”
She leaned in and whispered, “It’s just me and you. No god here.”
He then felt her lick the back of his neck. Her hands gripped his sides and suddenly her teeth were on his neck. While squeezing his sides, her teeth were nibbling at his neck. Send his brain ticklish shockwaves from three different spots now. He tried to claw his way across the floor, she managed to grab both of them, pull them down and pinned them between her legs and his torso.
“Bad man. No trying to get away like that. Time to punish you.”
She got up, but before he could react, she had placed her nether region on his face while making sure his arms could reach up by pinning them with her knees. Now he had a pair of black panties over his face and was met with a floral scent flooding his nose. Her black dress had completely covered his upper body and only stopped there because she wanted to see his stomach and sides.
She shifted her weight a bit and said, “If you do good, then I can reward you too.”
Next thing he knew, he felt a pair of hands gripping at his sides. Too exhausted to fight anymore, he just laughed into her privates while lazily struggling. It seemed though he was doing something right though. The woman was biting her lip while she stared at his shaking stomach.
But before she could enjoy the finale, a voice asked, “What the hell are you doing?”
James looked to the side and saw two more women. One was blonde while the other was a brunette. Both wore the same dress with the same pale skin and black lips.
The brunette said, “I think Daniela is having fun with another human.”
“It does seem that way,” the blonde responded. “Though not the usually way.”
Daniela then pulled James up like he was a pet and clung him into her chest. She then said, “Back off. I caught him. So, I get to do what I want with him.”
The blonde said, “Maybe, but we still need to take him to Mother.”
The redhead sighed and said, “Fine.”
The then grabbed James by his ankle and the blonde grabbed his other ankle and they dragged him across the castle with the brunette following behind. They dragged him through the hall and pushed open a door. It seemed like some sort of study or something. A fireplace was crackling in the background of the soft giggling while a pale woman in a white dress was sitting in a chair.
The woman asked, “What is it girls?”
The blonde answered, “We found a guest.”
Daniela corrected, “I found him.”
She stood up and James saw that she was far taller than he first thought. A lot taller actually. He was 6 foot and it seemed like he was barely the same height as her long legs. He could see three black flowers on her massive chest while her pale skin was almost white. He yellow eyes started down at him while she held a long stick with a burning cigarette on the hand in one black gloved hand.
She asked, “Why is he naked?”
The brunette said, “Daniela was having some fun.”
“And yet he seemed unharmed,” the woman said. She looked towards the redhead and asked, “What were you doing exactly?”
Daniela rubbed her arm and said, “Well I was going to cut him, buuuut I touch his sides and he just blurted out laughing.”
The blonde said, “Yeah she was apparently tickling him. And it seems he was enjoying it.”
The woman stared back at James and said, “Well alright then. Go ahead and rain him in the dungeon.”
“Wait Mother!” Daniela yelled. “Can we keep him actually?”
The brunette asked, “Like not killing him?”
The Woman leaned down to the redhead and asked, “Is that right Daniela? You don’t want to kill him?”
“Well yeah. I was hoping he could be my pet.”
The woman added, “And tickle him more?”
“Yes Mother. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was fun. Plus, we rarely get a man. I think he would be a fine toy to have.”
“Hmm,” the woman responded. She looked towards the brunette. “What do you say Cassandra?” She simply shrugged and looked towards the blonde. The woman asked, “And you Bela? Do agree with Daniela’s idea?”
The blonde looked at him and paused a moment. She shrugged and said, “Sure. And if we get bored with him, we could always just kill him.”
It seemed like Daniela tried to contain her excitement as the tall woman walked over to James. Her red lips formed a smile and she said, “Then we have it. This Man-Toy will entertain us. Do try not to break him too soon.”
Daniela slid over to James and lifted him up. She said, “Well Man-Toy? What do you say to Mother?”
He paused and soon said, “Uh thanks. I think.”
“Oh, that won’t do,” the woman responded. She walked up to him and leaned down closer to his level. “From now on, you’ll be calling me Lady Dimitrescu.”
“Y-yes Lady Dimitrescu,” he stuttered out.
Dimitrescu leaned back up and said, “Good man. Now girls, since this was Daniela’s idea, you must listen to her.”
The redhead smiled and quickly said, “Thanks Mother.”
Before the others could say anything, she dragged him out of the room. While gliding through the halls with the other two sisters behind, Daniela said, “Now Man-Toy. We’ll be having a lot of fun. So much that we won’t even eat you. That’s my rule.”
“That’s no fun,” Cassandra said.
“Oh, but his flesh is so soft,” Daniela responded. “So much so that I can’t bear to see any scars or missing pieces.”
Bela said, “Now now Cassandra. Mother has spoken. Daniela is in charge of this man.”
The brunette was quiet. Black buzzing clouds dragged him across the castle. He couldn’t fight free, and it seemed like he had no escape. Not when he’s naked and in the mountains. At least they aren’t trying to kill him. Yet.
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