You wriggle against the firm ropes of smooth dark hair that are binding you. You pull and twist, trying to wrench free of her grip. You fight desperatly, but soon the hair wraps aroud your arms and legs, holding them in place. "It's no use, you're mine now..." Bayonetta whispers. "I've got you trapped, you can't escape now. Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you..."
What is she planning?
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