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And when he did, I would finally be free from his grasp.
Winston took another sip of his wine, seemingly unaware of the danger lurking within. I watched as he savored the taste, his eyes closed in appreciation.
Winston's eyes gleamed with desire as he approached me, his intentions clear. I smiled, pretending to welcome his advances.
But as he reached for me, his movements became slow and clumsy. The potion was working, just as I had planned.
He tried to kiss me, but his lips barely brushed against mine before he collapsed, his weight crushing me beneath him.
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