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"If this is another dream, fuck off." The gravelly voice of the Brute doesn't echo in the small room and Steven hides a shiver as the deep bass slides down his spine. His figure is easy to spot, crouched against a wall with his head tipped back against the stone.
"Not a dream." Steven murmurs, setting the tray of food on the small stool in the corner.
"Then why do you smell like a feast?" The head lifts, eyes bright and blue even in the dark, and he stares. "Rich boy, do you have a cunt made of ham?"