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TJ caught the hoodie with one hand. He got frustrated, letting his sadistic side show itself once more. He pushed Tray against the wall, pinning him down with only one arm placed against his throat. "You don't remember what position you're in, do you?!" TJ said, pressing down on Tray's throat, making it harder for him to breathe.
He rubbed his hoodie into Tray's face, forcing Tray to smell it with every breath he struggled to take. "That collar makes you my bitch now!" TJ yelled.
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