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Prized Collection

He stepped back from installing the newest containment units which he had ordered from Russia. His hands covered in oil and grease, he couldn’t help but tingle with anticipation as to how he was going to fill the new containment units. He loved the rush he got from aquring things for his collection.

He looked over to the opposite side of the opulent room, filled witn persian rugs and satin and so many containers for his prized collection. He couldn’t believe that he had only started this a couple years ago.

Even though the room was a bit chilly for his taste it was still his absolute favorite in the whole mansion.

He quickly gathered his yellowing record book and began checking off the ones he had already, as he passed by each container.

“Red hair, brown hair, black hair, blonde. Dyed. Green eyes, blue, brown, hazel. Ranging 5’ to 5’11”. He finally stopped at the last container, to see his newest addition, rubbing away at the frost. The woman with blue hair and a tattooed body was blissfully sleeping.

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