Joe strides across the room, sending a wave of cool, cologne-scented air over you. He pauses and looks over the floor intently, clearly searching for something. With your heart in your mouth, you try summoning the will to call for help, but it's impossible -- maybe it's fear, or embarrassment, but being confronted by this gargantuan teen turns your stomach over and makes you want to flee and hide.
Suddenly, Joe's gaze drops to your level, his eyes oddly cold and bright with the reflected sunlight. He marches over to your exact location on the carpet, his smooth, sleek brown boots stopping within arm's length before you; so close you can see pieces of dust settle on the boots' toes in the afternoon sunlight and the slight wrinkle in the leather made by the giant's toes as he stretches them, bending over.
You gasp- feeling your entire body numb with shock. Joe's bulky fingers are soaring down towards you, his chiselled face working in a smile. "Ah-ha.." You hear his deep, controlled voice.
"Please! Please don't hurt me!" runs past your lips like spilt water, though you didn't know it could. Joe's forearm, its fine blond hairs illuminated in a streak of sunlight, flexes as he finally grips his target. Which is..
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