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off. He gritted his teeth, his face grim, the force of his grip unusually heavy. A trace of red wine, because of gravity, flowed down her fair chin during the rubbing of her crimson lips, slowly.She... cried stifled sobs, biting her lip, each whimper turning into a roar that escaped her teeth like an animal. Her body, no longer strong, was frail as leaves in the wind, trembling violently. In the en...