--written 12 February 2007
Titian frowned. He tightened his grip on Hans' shoulders and pushed the shorter man ever-so-slightly more into the wall. "You remain passive," he said, his voice low. "You let me push you around and yell and scream and rant and rave... and all the while you believe you're in control." His mouth turned up in a feral
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