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Rising to her knees, she begins working on the
ropes that bind her hands behind her back. Hurry Batdoll! |
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That’s far enough, Batdoll. I really don’t want
you to escape before I can give you my personal attention! |
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Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joey
the Jerk, and you and I are about to get better acquainted. You fell for
my trap so easily.” |
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Grabbing Batdoll’s neck, Joey the Jerk forces
Batdoll off her knees and re-positions her on the bed |
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There we go. Now we can have a nice
conversation. You just sit there and be a good little Batdoll. |
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In the movies, the bad guy always screws up by
letting the hero live too long. Maybe I should just kill you now, instead
of jawboning with you.” |
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How about it, Batdoll-ee? Feel like meeting the
big Doll maker in the sky? |
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Shooting you is too easy, I think. I’ve got a
better way to get rid of you. First, let’s have some fun. Those tits look
real to me, not that fucking phony plastic-silicone shit.” |
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While Joey the Jerk’s hands explore her chest
and hair, Batdoll works her hands towards her utility belt. If she can get
a tool free, she can defend herself. |
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Wait a sec! What are you doing with your hands,
Batdoll? Do you think I’m a moron? |