My dirtiest fantasy is that I’m an Assassin and I have successfully infiltrated the Templar Headquarters, I stand in front of Crawford Starrick’s office. I crouch and open the door as quietly as I can and briskly hide behind one of the cabinets, I take a peak at the table but he wasn’t there I was about to look back but then the Devil himself grabbed my shoulder and slammed me against the wall “What are you doing here Assassin?” I don’t answer back I let my actions speak and he answers back, harder.
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