Hisoka tried for the hundredth time to pull free of the bindings holding him to the bed. The cord looked hardly wider than a strand of bell wire, but it clearly had to have some kind of supernatural properties, if it could keep him from phasing into spirit form and leaving.
"Still trying to escape?" his captor asked, amusement mingling with his usual elegant sarcasm. "I would think that, by now and after that first time that we met, you would be developing a certain amount of Stockholm Syndrome."
"You've never kept me this long," Hisoka muttered.
"Mmm, no, but I should have, that first time," Muraki said, stepping into his range of sight. "You were such a beautiful creature, even back then. I could have trained you to be more effective bait for this tender trap."
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"Still trying to escape?" his captor asked, amusement mingling with his usual elegant sarcasm. "I would think that, by now and after that first time that we met, you would be developing a certain amount of Stockholm Syndrome."
"You've never kept me this long," Hisoka muttered.
"Mmm, no, but I should have, that first time," Muraki said, stepping into his range of sight. "You were such a beautiful creature, even back then. I could have trained you to be more effective bait for this tender trap."
Hisoka turned his face away. "Stop it!"
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