Daemon hobbled about the store, staring at a few whips and chains. He didn't really know what the chains were used for, but he didn't really care. He shivered at the images in his head. He knew he was masochistic. He looked at a few gags and his cheeks flared up. He didn't know what was up with him. He found most of this.. enticing and exciting. "I wonder what Vladimir looks like in leather..." he muttered to himself.
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"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
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