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Ever since he was a little boy Ezio had a fascination with whips. Maria knew about this fascination and forbade him from ever buying or even touching one. However, now ten years later, the Master Assassin reckons himself as old enough to own one. He bought it and started to play with it, snapping it across the floor.
Whichet!
His upper lip hurt, his pride and dignity hurt but most of all thank god he is in the privacy of his room.