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'Should we keep those restraints on or won't it be necessary anymore?...' (Patreon)

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2023-07-27 18:02:18
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He said, slightly tilting his head, observing her, drinking in the shame in her eyes. He circled her, till his fingers lightly closed around her shoulders from behind.
'But I must admit...I quite...enjoy...the view...", he whispered into her ear.

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Haha! Thought I'd leave you into this evening without another naughtier one?

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The Priest

This "defeated" look on that first one really makes my heart ache 🥺🥺 but shows how good the pic is set up and how good the acting is to start these emotions. And then the second one...i gotta admit i need more time for that...not completely sure yet...it looks like she is kind of surprised...there is some disbelief in the expression...and yet even if there is no handcuff ...Jill keeps the arms close to the body as if there were still tied..as if there are invisible restrains...reminds me of caged predators being confitioned losing the belief in their own strength and acting caged or on s chain even if they are not. So has Wesker reached peak of the brainwash? Is there enough Jill left for a rebelllious glimpse? I guess i will read in the next episode. This is so amazing 🙏🙏🙏

Raiden2480

Wesker: Interesting the injection seems to have created tattoo like markings on your arms and legs. I know you are surprised that I untied you but you are no threat to me not now or ever 😈. Our fun is just beginning I'll have need of that body soon and those antibodies and who knows maybe you will prove yourself worthy of the next stage of my plan for the world my dear 😎.

Midnight Chrysanth
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Jill shivered on his last sentence, flexing her wrists. 'We'll see about that...', she whispered through the fog that slowly crawled into her mind, making it hard to hear her own voice.