Sophie saw her opportunity. She stood, charged across the room, and sat herself on Gabriel's lap—before he could pick some other lucky contestant. She licked the side of his face and whispered in his ear. "I don't mind a little choking. It's nothing worse than I got at the ol' foster home," she grinned. "Still, I'd rather talk music." You know what I want," Gabriel leaned in close, a dirt smirk on his face. "I want to murder you and get away with it," he winked. Sophie snorted. She didn't believe it. She knew a lot of jokers, all-bark no-bite, prodding at their limits. Gabriel wasn't really the wrong kind of guy. Sophie knew the wrong type—truly vicious and reprehensible. This strutting cock was just edgy. With a chuckle of her own, Sophie leaned in. "You know what I want," she rubbed up against him. "I want a hundred thousand dollars and six months to spend it," she smirked, satisfied with his jovial answer...

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"Alluring, suspenseful, edgy, twisted, metal." — Kelly C.

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