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James froze as he looked himself in the eye, through the mirror.
Oh dear- that was fear...fear right there in his eyes...He gulped..looking back at Madarame,
a shiver running down his spine as his pointy tongue speaking words of hunger in his ear..
"Madarame.." He whispered, with a voice mixed with fear and please. He bit his bottomlip hard, flustering all pink as the milkman mentioned his non-existant virginity..
That voice, it was nothing like he had ever heard before - Madarame´s soft and soothing voice was gone away, now harsh and tempting - Madarame wasn´t the same as he had been when he stood clueless in the doorway every morning the past couple of weeks....he was something..more..a stranger in the corner whom had just revealed his true face to him - through lights of dust and unsolved mystery..
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