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[ Oh, that's his intention, it most certainly is. The pain, the threats, the chair. His grip tightens and he lets out an unpleasant growl. ]

Resistance is futile. The mind is made willin'. In a lotta diff'rent ways. Trust me on that one.

[ He releases her aggressively and steps back. Go ahead and attack, Darcy — he'll end this before either of them can say another word. ]

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