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"Oh come on love,” Gideon crooned in a silky voice that was at fierce odds with the self satisfied sneer that was written on his features as he circled her bound form, small camcorder in hand. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to smile for the camera?” He chuckled at the wad of spit that splattered against his bare arm and shoulder, crouching down to where she her arms were bound to the headboard, his fingers digging against the ropes and checking their tightness. “For posterity’s sake,” he egged on as his fingers slid from the ropes, down along the length of her forearms and down towards her shoulder, then down along the small swell of her breast still concealed beneath the ragged black tanktop that rested, twisted around her lean form.