[He laughs, using his weight to lean hard over him, a stomach roll pressing into the small of Ash's back as he tightens the grip with both meaty hands around his throat, though he lets go enough in between taunts to let him laugh, to let Ash know it's not about silencing him. After all, he likes them loud.]
I'll get off you when I'm good and finished. Now be good or I'll have to make excuses for the bruises on your pretty little self.
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I'll get off you when I'm good and finished. Now be good or I'll have to make excuses for the bruises on your pretty little self.