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The elevator's door closed. They panted heavily on the floor, the fluffy craft's embrace around the mirror loosening as he moved to the side, while Glisten gasped for air—God, that was horrifying...Yet, not as much as everyone's astonished face as Ichor started dripping on Glisten's waist, a hand gripping on the once untainted pink bow.
Twisted Boxten's grasp is no joke.
