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"I’m not afraid of you."
The newly created Dark One stared at her, silent and considering for but a moment before he laughed. His hook came to her side, skirting up the thinly clothed skin, the material barely keeping her flesh from the point of his hook. At the same time, he gripped her chin–hard–and forced her head around to stare up at him. “You should be."
➣
Send me ➣ and my character will react to yours slapping a pair of handcuffs on my character’s wrists.
He wasn’t paying attention, but the slap of cold metal on his wrist definitely brought his focus back to her. “What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?"
“I want you to dominate me.” she admitted softly, blonde locks falling in her face. She had a reputation for falling for those who had darkness inside.
“Is that so?” he said quietly, approaching her from the shadows. They fell away from him as he started walking towards her. “And just why is that, love?"
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Sherlock was searching for a man, a man who was guilty of many crimes. He seemed to be an utter mystery, but it had all led the great detective to this one place, and this one woman.
Her name, Elizabeth. Sherlock was certain that she had something to do wit this and that she could be saved, if she was a victim. He approached her on the street, just passing by.
"Excuse me miss," he murmured.
