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Fatigue clung to Ignitus like a suffocating shroud as he stirred from unconsciousness. His entire body ached with an unnatural heaviness, and when his orange eyes finally flickered open, the dim glow of his surroundings blurred into obscurity. A groan escaped him, laden with the weight of exhaustion that seemed to drain even his will to move.

"Ugh… What happened?" His voice was hoarse, barely audible against the oppressive silence.

As his vision sharpened, Ignitus took in the unsettling scene around him. His breath caught. The once-familiar room was now cloaked in an eerie glow, pulsating with sinister energy. His limbs were bound by dark, shimmering chains, forcing his body into a wide, Vitruvian-like pose. The magical bindings burned cold against his scales, locking him mid-air with his tail hanging lifelessly below. The sensation of being utterly restrained gnawed at his resolve.

"No…" The word was barely a whisper as realization crept in like a predator stalking its prey. The setting stirred faint recognition—a corrupted version of a place he'd once known, now tainted by malice.

His muddled senses gradually pieced together fragments of memory. The battle. The Terror of the Skies. Cynder. A grim thought took shape, searing through his fogged mind.

"I lost." The words echoed bitterly within him. "But at least Spyro escaped… didn't he?"

Ignitus struggled to lift his head, the mere act a monumental effort. His neck strained as fatigue and the draining pull of magic coursed through his body. He grimaced, the pain sharp and unrelenting.

"Where… am I?" he managed, his voice barely a croak.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning tore through the gloom, illuminating the archways and casting harsh shadows that danced menacingly around the room. For a fleeting moment, the monstrous contraption before him was laid bare—its gears grinding, its purple crystal core humming with an ominous, unnatural light.

The thunderclap that followed was deafening, shaking the very air around him. The vibrations reverberated through the magical chains, amplifying his sense of helplessness.

Despair clawed at his thoughts, but Ignitus clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus despite the relentless drain on his strength. He could feel his magic being siphoned, his fiery essence drawn away to fuel whatever dark purpose this device served.

Somewhere in the distance, another flicker of lightning illuminated the room, revealing the faint silhouette of a shadowy figure watching him. His heart sank further. He knew this wasn't over—not yet.

“Cynder…" Ignitus's voice was little more than a strained whisper, yet it carried the weight of his dread.

The name seemed to summon her from the darkness. The Terror of the Skies stepped forward, emerging from the shadows like a specter. Her piercing, emerald eyes locked onto him, their gaze sharp and unyielding, cutting through what little strength he had left. The aura she exuded was frigid, calculating—a tangible manifestation of her merciless intent.

To call her ruthless would be an understatement. Even the title of "merciless dragon" seemed exaggerated, a description more fitting for the Dark Master himself. Yet, standing before him now, Cynder embodied that title in every sense.

Her movements were unnervingly graceful, each step fluid and deliberate, betraying her mastery of stealth. The soft patter of her claws against the stone floor was all but inaudible, a cruel reminder of her lethal precision. Her ebony scales gleamed faintly in the dim light, each one a testament to the fear she inspired. The sharp curve of her talons glinted dangerously, speaking of both elegance and lethality. She was no mere servant of Malefor—she was his most terrifying weapon.

“Had a good sleep, Ignitus?" Her voice broke the tense silence, dripping with mockery and amusement. The chilling melody of her tone curled around him like the chains that held him, tightening the grip of his despair.

Ignitus forced himself to meet her gaze, though it took every ounce of his dwindling resolve. He knew better than to respond to her taunt—it would only amuse her further. Still, the way her wicked smirk curled at the edges of her mouth told him she already relished his torment.

“Oh, come now," Cynder purred, her tone lilting with mocking sweetness. “Surely you can manage more than a grunt?"

Ignitus clenched his jaw, his silence a fragile shield against the torrent of emotions roiling within him. The ache of his drained magic and the oppressive weight of her presence pressed down on him, yet he refused to give her the satisfaction of a response. He bit back the bitter feeling that clawed its way up his throat, his effort to conceal his anguish painfully transparent.

Cynder's laugh echoed through the chamber—a haunting, melodic sound that cut through the air like a blade of ice. “Well, if that's how you want to play it…" she began, her emerald eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Then fine."

She moved closer, her sleek black form illuminated in flashes of eerie light from the arcane contraption behind them. Her gaze raked over Ignitus with cold precision, lingering as she took in every detail of his bound and vulnerable state.

“I know just how to loosen your tongue," she said, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous murmur.

The tips of her claws began to glow with an unnatural purple light, a flicker of power that sent chills racing down his spine. Behind her, the machine roared to life, its grinding gears and pulsating hum filling the room with ominous energy. Ignitus glanced downward, his orange eyes widening as the runes etched into the floor beneath him blazed with dark magic, their glow pulsating in rhythm with his waning strength.

“W-What are you doing?" he managed, his voice strained with apprehension.

Cynder smirked, baring gleaming fangs that caught the dim light like daggers. “What else? I'm giving you what you deserve," She spat, her tone dripping with venom. Stepping closer, she let her cold, scaled body brush against his, sending a jolt of discomfort through him. Her scent surrounded him—a heady mixture of spice and something darker, something primal that made his instincts flare even as his strength ebbed away.

“You let that purple brat get away," She continued, circling him slowly like a predator savoring its prey. “So it's only fair that you take his place."

Ignitus stiffened as her piercing green eyes locked onto his, their intensity rooting him to the spot. He wanted to turn away, to resist, but her gaze was unrelenting, her power oppressive.

“I have big plans for you, Fire Guardian," She purred, her voice dripping with dark delight. Her steps carried her around him in a deliberate, predatory arc. As she moved, her eyes roamed over his well-built frame—the powerful muscles of his shoulders and chest, the elegant arch of his wings now rendered useless by the dark chains, and the faint glow of embers that flickered along his scales.

“You were a symbol of hope," She continued, her voice turning almost mocking. “Those flames that burned so brightly within you? They'll be perfect fuel for my master's resurrection."

The dragoness stopped just behind him, her breath brushing against his neck as she leaned in close. “The mighty Fire Guardian," she whispered, her voice dripping with cruel amusement, “reduced to nothing more than a battery for the Dark Master."

The weight of her words, coupled with the sinister hum of the machine and the glowing runes below, pressed heavily on Ignitus. Despair threatened to consume him, but he steeled himself, clinging desperately to the sliver of hope that somewhere out there, Spyro might yet find a way to stop what was coming.

Her words cut deep, stinging his psyche. To think that he would be used to help the dragon that brought despair in the world.

In a last ditch effort to prolong the process, the guardian secretly tried to circulate the magic within him in a slow fashion. It took every bit of concentration to do so, his expression shifting slightly that not even Cynder was able to notice.

“Hmph. Not much of a talker are you?" As the terror of the skies stood in front of him, the dragoness couldn't help but respect his stalwart demeanor, even if she was enjoying seeing him like this.

As she was trying to think of ways to get the dragon to talk, Ignitus saw an opening and began to take action.

He gathered a large amount of saliva within his maw and spat the liquid at her face, the impact causing the terror of the skies to stagger a bit, her paw reaching for the area where the saliva landed as she gave the orange dragon a hard look.

“I'm more of a dragon of action, Cynder." Ignitus gave a slight smirk afterwards, his small victory overshadowed his defiant thoughts as he glared back at her.

That was when Cynder lost it.

Depraved thoughts filled her mind as she wiped the saliva off her head. Her muzzle morphed into a sinister grin, one that showed her fangs. She then gave off an amused laugh and walked closer towards the dragon.

Her body was close, her maw close to his ear as she gave it a lick, making the guardian wince from the unwanted contact. “I don't know why you're so stubborn about this, Ignitus." She whispered, her tone laced with dark amusement and sensuality. “You're only delaying the inevitable."

“And you're enjoying every second of this… aren't you?" He countered, his voice hoarse with fatigue.

The dragoness grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischievous delight. “Oh, very much so~" She purred, her claws rubbing circles against Ignitus' chest, causing the dragon to shiver. “Seeing you like this… a prime male bound in chains… It just fills me with such excitement~" She continued her teasing, claws reaching towards his slit.

“You're a freak," Ignitus spat, his eyes flashing with defiance despite the tiredness that clung to him, oblivious to what the dragoness' current goals were.

Cynder smirked, her lips curling in a way that sent chills down the fire guardian's spine.

“I'm a freak?" She repeated, her voice dripping with mockery. “Says the dragon who's getting hard from all this. You really are enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

The orange and red dragon blinked, his eyes widened in bafflement as he realized what the black dragoness was talking about. Glancing downard, he felt his blood run cold and face flushed with shame as he took in the sight of his penis, now fully visible as it strained against his slit.

His cock began unsheathing, its flaccid, ridged shaft pulsating with need. A bead of pre dripped from its pointed tip, falling to the floor below.

Ignitus turned away, his head hung low in humiliation, yet Cynder cupped his muzzle in her talons, forcing him to meet her gaze.

She licked her lips, a devilish smirk etched across her face. Her other paw trailed downwards, claws brushing against the base of his shaft as she leaned in close.

"Let's see just how much you enjoy this," She whispered, her warm breath sending goosebumps down his spine.

Before he could respond, Cynder pressed her maw against his, her tongue slipping past his teeth in a passionate kiss. The fire guardian tried to resist, but the black dragoness' grip on his muzzle was firm, her strength overpowering even as he struggled to break free.

Her scent surrounded him, invading his senses like a drug as she deepened the kiss. Her tail coiled around his body, drawing him closer as her claws brushed along the length of his cock, eliciting a shiver from him despite his efforts to resist.

A soft moan escaped his lips, muffled by Cynder's tongue as it explored his mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting his shaft against her paw as she continued to tease him.

Ignitus knew he should stop this. He should be fighting back, not giving in to the temptation of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. Yet he couldn't help himself—the sensation was too much, too intense.

He didn't even know why he was feeling this way.

Perhaps it was the stress of the situation, or maybe he was just too exhausted to care anymore. Either way, he knew this was wrong on so many levels, but his instincts drove him forward, fueling his desire to keep going.

Cynder broke the kiss, panting heavily as she stared at Ignitus with lustful eyes. Her paw stroked his cock slowly, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through him despite his best efforts to resist.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" She purred, her tone dripping with seduction. "Submit, and I'll give you pleasure far more than you can ever imagine~"

Her words were enticing, but Ignitus refused to give in. He knew what would happen if he did—the same fate that awaited all who fell under Malefor's control. Still, he couldn't deny the allure of her offer. The sweet release of surrendering to his desires...

"Go to hell." Ignitus growled, his voice laced with resistance despite the overwhelming desire that coursed through him.

Cynder smirked, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice dripping with dark promise.

Before he could react, the dragoness gave the bound dragon a couple of licks and kisses as she made her way down towards his groin. There, she could clearly see the pulsating, ridged length that was eager for action.

With a smirk, Cynder took his member in her maw and began to give the fire guardian a sloppy blowjob.

Ignitus threw his head back and groaned. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before — hot, wet, and absolutely divine.

It's been so long since he had been pleasured like this, and he was enjoying every second of it.

The last time he had some dragoness worshiped his dick was so long ago that it wouldn't be a far cry to say that he's pent up sexual frustration was like a bomb ready to burst with how her tongue lapped at his sensitive tip, the feeling of her soft lips wrapping around his shaft, and the gentle suction of her mouth as she sucked his cock was absolutely incredible.

'F-Fuck.' He moaned softly, his heavy breathing strained with pleasure. 'That feels so... good.'

Had his partner not met their demise during the unfortunate raid of Cynder's army, he wouldn't have truly succumbed to such dirty tricks of hers.

The fire guardian found himself instinctively bucking his hips, his body wanting more of the amazing feeling while his mind begged to stop.

The dragoness took it as an opportunity to tease him even more as she slowly pulled back, letting go of his member with a wet pop before licking along its entire length.

Cynder then moved on to licking and kissing the fire dragon's inner thighs, causing his member to twitch in anticipation. Ignitus groaned loudly, his head tilted backwards in pleasure as the dragoness continued to tease him mercilessly.

After several minutes of tortuous teasing, the black dragoness finally took his entire cock into her mouth once again and began sucking hard.

"G-Gods... Cynder..." Ignitus panted heavily, his voice strained with lust and desire. He wanted nothing more than to cum, to release the built-up pressure that was threatening to burst.

The dragoness continued to suck vigorously, her tongue swirling around his shaft and tip in ways that made his legs quiver.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ignitus reached his limit.

"G-Graaaar!" His roar shook the chamber, echoing through the halls as he exploded inside the dragoness' mouth, his thick, white seed spurting onto her tongue in torrents.

Ignitus' mind was blank. The orgasm was so intense, so powerful that it completely overloaded his senses. He could barely think, barely move, his entire body tingling with ecstasy as he stood there gasping for air.

Stars clouded his vision as the slurping sound of the dragoness below him drew his attention, her soft, moist lips engulfing his member as she sucked every last drop from his balls.

"Hmmm~" Her groan of pleasure droned out the disdain that was rumbling from his throat. She then swallowed his cum, enjoying the taste as her eyes closed in pleasure. The fire guardian stared at her, dazed and confused, unable to process what had just happened.

"You taste amazing, Ignitus." Cynder purred, her voice dripping with dark delight. "Mmm, that was delicious, I could drink your seed all day~" She purred, licking her lips seductively.

"But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot."

The bound dragon didn't reply, too exhausted to even respond. The orgasm had drained him completely, leaving him spent and weak.

The black dragoness smirked, relishing the sight of his worn out expression. "I hope you're ready for round two." She said teasingly, her tone laced with amusement. "Because I'm far from finished with you yet."

She turned around, positioning herself properly as she made a show of waving her flank in a way that Ignitus couldn't ignore.

Her pussy was already leaking a hefty amount of her feminine fluids, the red and orange dragon could smell the scent that emanated from her leaking cunt.

Ignitus couldn't help but stare at the black dragoness' puffy nether lips, glistening with juices that continued to drip onto the floor. He could feel his member twitching in anticipation, his mind screaming in protest as his body betrayed him.

He tried to fight it, tried to resist, but the urge was too strong. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting it.

'Ancestors forgive me...' He thought, his heart racing with excitement as he imagined what it would feel like to slide his dick into her depths.

"Try not to moan too much, unless you want every minion of mine to think you are some kind of sex-starved beast~" Cynder mocked, making the fire dragon blush even further.

The fire guardian clenched his jaw, his body trembling in anticipation as he waited for the inevitable. The closer her backside came into contact with his member, the hotter the atmosphere between the two got.

In what felt like forever for the male dragon, he finally felt the lush puffy lips of Cynder's pussy touching the tip of his dick. The feeling was electrifying, sending tingles down his spine as she teasingly rubbed her entrance against him.

Ignitus groaned loudly, bucking his hips in disdainful pleasure as she continued to rub against him, her juices coating the head of his draconic pole.

The dragoness smirked as she looked over her shoulder and saw the desperation on the fire guardian's face. He looked like he was ready to cum at any moment, his entire body begging for her pussy, yet, there was still a hint of defiance left in his eyes.

Cynder knew that the male dragon was on edge, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of release just yet. Instead, she decided to tease him more, intent on breaking him into admitting defeat by making him cum inside her.

She started slowly by grinding her ass against his shaft, causing the fire guardian to cry out in frustration. Then, she began to speed up, rubbing her pussy faster and harder, until the male dragon could barely contain himself anymore.

"Cynder..." He begged, his voice strained with desire. "Just... Put it in already..."

Cynder chuckled darkly, a sinister smile creeping across her face. She loved seeing the fire guardian like this — so helpless, so desperate.

"Say please~" She cooed, her pussy resting at his tip, not moving, only leaking her juices that continued to flow endlessly, covering his male rod with it.

The red dragon groaned loudly, bucking his hips as he tried to bury himself into her depths.

"Please!" He cried out, unable to control himself anymore. "Please! Just put it in there! Mate with me!"

"As you wish, you stud~" She purred, relishing what the once proud fire guardian said, now turned into her plaything as she made a note to show him to her purple perpetrator on how much he had fallen from grace.

Nevertheless, it was time for the dragon to receive his reward for being a good boy. And what kind of master would she be if she wouldn't give her pet some kind of reward~?

As she pull her flank back, a couple strands of her feminine fluids trailed from her nether lips and the fire dragon's dick.

Finally, with one forceful movement, she pushed her hips back, impaling herself on the dragon's pulsating member. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through them both, the dragoness' walls clenching around him as he let out a loud moan.

She began rocking her hips back and forth, pistoning against the male dragon's shaft while he groaned in pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" She teased, her voice dripping with lust. "You like mating with me, don't you?"

Ignitus struggled to respond, his mind clouded by ecstasy as she continued to ride him. All he could manage was a weak nod, which only seemed to spur her on more.

"Good boy," She purred, reaching back to stroke his head gently. "Just keep being good for me, and I might give you more rewards in the future~"

She increased her pace, pushing back and forth faster than she could ever imagine. All the fighting and training she ever did throughout her entire life made her stamina and endurance rival that of most male dragons, even those who had the title of elite soldiers.

The black dragoness couldn't help but smirk as she heard the fire guardian whined loudly behind her after quite some time. She knew he was close — he could feel his legs quiver.

He wouldn't last much longer.

She looked over her shoulder once again to see Ignitus' face, his eyes clenched shut as he tried desperately to fuck her. She knew he wanted release, she knew he needed cum, but she wasn't going to give it to him just yet.

The fire dragon groaned in frustration, bucking his hips as he tried to bury himself deeper into her warm depths. But she wouldn't give him that kind of wiggle room to even move.

She just stood there, looking at his eyes mockingly.

Cynder smirked, reveling in his desperation. "Say my name," she commanded, her voice laced with lust and authority.

The fire guardian groaned, eagerly saying her name. "C-Cynder!" He moaned, unable to control himself any longer.

The black dragoness grinned wickedly, her walls clenching around him as she began to push back harder.

*Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!*

The wet squelching sound that was produced from their lewd act echoed within the room, along with their combined grunts and moans.

The dragoness began to move faster, mating with Ignitus harder as she thrust her hips back and forth in a relentless rhythm. The fire dragon could barely keep up, his mind clouded with desire as she continued to grind against him.

It wasn't long before he reached his peak.

"I... I can't..." Ignitus moaned, his voice strained with lust. "I can't hold back anymore..."

"Then don't." Cynder purred seductively, grinding herself against his shaft.

"I want you to cum inside me," She said, her voice dripping with lust. "Fill me with your seed! Make me gravid with your eggs!"

Ignitus groaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. In response to her demands, his body trembled as he finally released, spurting his hot dragon seed into her womb in thick, long ropes.

Receptive to him cumming inside her, Cynder's walls tightened around his shaft, milking him for all his worth, and then she finally came as well.

"Grahhh~!"

"Hngggg! Ahhh!"

The two dragons cried out simultaneously, their orgasms reaching a crescendo as they exploded in a shower of ecstasy.

They rode their orgasms in a frenzy of grunting and moaning, their bodies entwined as they lost themselves in the moment.

The heavy scent of sex around the room was overpowering, and Ignitus felt a strange sense of euphoria wash over him as he relaxed, savoring the last moments of their passionate coupling.

He couldn't help but admit that what happened was truly amazing — despite the circumstances.

Cynder smirked as she slowly pulled away from the male dragon, his shaft slipping from her warm depths with a wet pop. She turned around to face him, her eyes filled with dark satisfaction at what she had done.

The male dragon panted heavily, his mind still hazy from their intense coupling. As he regained his senses, he looked at Cynder with an expression that was a mix of anger, shame, and longing.

"Why?" He managed, his voice laced with emotion. "Why did you do this?"

The black dragoness chuckled darkly, her emerald eyes gleaming with amusement. "Because I wanted to." She said, her voice dripping with lust.

"I wanted to break you, and I succeeded. You enjoyed every second of it, didn't you?" She added, smirking wickedly.

Ignitus scowled, his jaw clenched tight as he tried to hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

No. More importantly… He had impregnated her. If word got out that he laid with the terror of the skies, there would be chaos and disorder.

"You won't get away with this," Ignitus hissed, his orange eyes blazing with defiance despite his weakened state. "Spyro will stop you."

Cynder chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the chamber like a serpent's hiss. Her emerald eyes glinted with mocking amusement as she circled him, savoring his futile resistance.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll try," She said, her voice dripping with scorn. "But let's be honest—he's not strong enough to defeat me. Not yet anyways."

With a flick of her claws, the ethereal chains binding Ignitus flared to life, their dark glow intensifying. The red dragon tensed, his body swaying involuntarily as the magic rippled through the restraints. A low hum filled the room, growing louder and more unsettling by the second.

With an 'oomph!' he was suddenly thrown towards the wall, the fire guardian's eyes a bit confused as to what was currently happening.

Ignitus then felt a sudden shift beneath him, his body tilting as the ground seemed to lurch. He glanced around, his heart sinking as the realization hit him: the very floor beneath them was in motion. The grinding of ancient gears accompanied the tremor, the vibrations running through his bound form as the entire room seemed to awaken.

"What now?" he muttered under his breath, his voice strained. A sudden heaviness pressed down on him, and the oppressive sensation made his wings sag and his muscles ache.

*Boom! Crash!*

A deafening roar of thunder split the air, echoing through the archway ahead. Ignitus's gaze darted upward, his keen eyes catching the flashes of lightning illuminating the darkened skies beyond. It was then that he understood—the entire platform was rising, slowly but inexorably, carrying him higher into the upper limits of Cynder's domain.

"Ah, before I forget," Cynder purred, her tone shifting into something almost playful, though it was laced with malice. She stopped in front of him, tilting her head as if studying her captive. "I can't have my latest conquest hidden away in some dreary, empty chamber, now can I? No, no… you deserve an audience, Fire Guardian. A stage fit for a symbol of hope reduced to nothing."

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as the rumble beneath them intensified, the ominous ascent continuing. Each passing second brought Ignitus closer to whatever cruel spectacle Cynder had in mind, and the fire within him flickered weakly against the weight of despair clawing at his heart.

As they finally reached the apex of her castle, the red and orange dragon was greeted to a sight of the now dreadful view of the Concurrent Skies. Everywhere he looked, dark clouds surrounded the spire as lightning arcs raced through the air which then scrambled into different roots.

The air was moist, swift updrafts of air hitting his face as he tried to move his limbs to no avail. The dragoness walked past him, her green eyes flowing eerily with evil intent. Her expression was smug, confident, a testament to the authority and power she wielded.

“Look around you," She said, her voice echoing through the open space. “This is what awaits those who stand against Malefor."

Ignitus shuddered, the grim reality of his situation sinking in. His defeat, his capture, his deprived body, all of it was real. And there was nothing he could do about it.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to keep his emotions in check. He had to be strong.

For Spyro.

For the world.

When the dragoness noticed him being unresponsive, she then turned to leave the guardian to his thoughts, but stopped at the door.

Her emerald eyes flickered with amusement as she turned to look back at him. “Don't worry though, I'll be back to have more fun with you again~"

She exited the room, leaving Ignitus alone to stew in his anger, despair, shame and his feeble attempt on getting free.

As she left the room, a heavy metal gate crashed down behind her with a loud clang, leaving the dragon to contemplate his fate in his thoughts.

*Throb! Throb!*

He looked down and noticed that his cock for some reason was still outside his slit. His mind was in shambles, but it seemed that his body still wanted more of that evil dragoness as he tried to hump, move, or do anything to comfort himself all alone.

After a couple of failed attempts, the male dragon realized that he would have to unfortunately ride off the inkling lusts that remained with his body still. After all, there was no one to help relieve him of his limp dick.

The cool air hit his body, and he shivered when he felt the cold winds touch his dick.

“D-Damnit…" He cursed quietly under his breath.

For a male dragon, this is considered torture. Just how much of a sadist that dragoness truly was…?

He looked at the machines that housed the dark crystal within. If there's a way for him to destroy that thing, he would be free and be able to escape Cynder's clutches.

“Spyro…" He whispered tiredly, the adrenaline that accompanied him during sex began to fade away. “Please… Be safe."

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The End.