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fingers still moving inside her

still worshipping

still serving

but mouth...

monster jaws

nightmare teeth

inhuman tongue

"Please," she whispers

not command

not order

request

look up

fear must show in eyes

even through mask slits

her expression softens

understanding dawns

"Is it... your face?" she asks

voice gentle

voice understanding

voice perfect

nod

once

sharp

she leans forward

cups silver mask in hands

thumbs stroke metal cheeks

"I won't look," she promises

voice solemn

voice sincere

voice true

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