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Elevators And Other Cruelties	By : BringtheHawt Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 3021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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August 24th, 10:35 PM
Damon Gant's Home – The Bedroom
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After setting Miles' body upon his oversized bed, Damon performed a handful of preparatory tasks before leaving his home.
It would be a long night for him; there was much he had to do while his heavily-sedated prey slept.
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August 25th, 5:55 AM
Damon Gant's Home – The Bedroom
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Once Damon returned home, he immediately went to his bedroom to check on his prize.
Edgeworth, still fully dressed, was sleeping soundly.
After moving to sit upon the bed beside the unconscious lawyer, Damon brushed his knuckles across Miles' pale cheek; this earned no response. The only visible evidence that proved the lawyer was alive was the slow, subtle movements of his chest as he took the softest of breaths.
The police chief smirked slightly. Ultimately, he found himself excited. Rape hadn't exactly been on the day's itinerary, but, really … who could resist the alluring man when he's in such a vulnerable state? Besides … on some level Edgeworth clearly wanted this.
Yet … in a strange way, Damien lamented the inevitable twist of their relationship. Sooner or later the aging police chief was going to lose the ability to seduce sexy, younger prospects, so he liked the idea of claiming the stunning prosecutor as a long-term partner. Truthfully Damon had even imagined hosting parties with Edgeworth at his side. Miles was attractive, intelligent, always impeccable in appearance … He would have been a trophy-lover all his guests would covet.
Such a shame. Oh well.
Damon took his time undressing the prosecutor. There was no reason to rush; Edgeworth would likely remain in this drug-induced sleep for at least a couple more hours … and he certainly wanted the handsome man to be conscious for their first fuck. Gant methodically unbuttoned Miles' dress-shirt to once more reveal the lean, athletic muscle of his torso, then he gently lifted that tantalizing body so he could slide the fabric off of the lawyer's shoulders. With equal patience and precision, Damon peeled the pants off the defenseless man's lower body, exposing his captive's prick. It was half-hard, which forced a smirk from the insidious police chief.
The aphrodisiac properties of the drug he had given Miles seemed to be working, and this sensual reaction usually persisted even after the sedative effect of the drug wore off.
Damon moved his mouth beside Edgeworth's ear to whisper a husky promise: "you're going to enjoy this, Worthy."
Then, inspired by curiosity, Gant ventured to the sleeping lawyer's partially swollen prick and slid his tongue along its length.
No physical response from the prosecutor.
Damon, with a smile and a sigh, patted Miles' thigh before leaving the bed to retrieve some … tools: an enema kit, a moderate-sized dildo, a larger dildo, a ball-gag and handcuffs.
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August 25th, 7:15 AM
Damon Gant's Home – The Bedroom
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Discomfort is what finally roused Edgeworth from the deep, deep sleep the combination of drugs and alcohol had plunged him into. The sheets his cheek was pressed against were certainly comfortable, but he seemed to be in an awkward position for reasons he could not yet identify …
The prosecutor stirred and opened his odd-colored eyes. Before achieving complete lucidity, Miles was dimly aware that something was … wrong. His prick was notably rigid, his rump was spread wide, his hands were stuck behind his back, there was something lodged in his mouth …
The prosecutor moaned weakly as he made a futile effort to move his arms. Was he … handcuffed? And what was causing the uncomfortable stretching sensation in his nether region … ?
Jesus Christ …
Struggling to remain calm, Miles gathered his wits and tried to identify the reality of his situation. He was gagged, handcuffed … there was some sort of cylindrical object prying his hole open, and the physical sensation this produced became more and more distracting as each moment went by … Was it a dildo inside him? It felt uncomfortably large. Miles' hole instinctively squeezed the intruder, and he subsequently tried to spread his thighs further apart to ease his heightening discomfort.
How the hell did he end up like this? What happened last night? He was … at Damon's party. But something happened. Something … -
"Finally awake? Good. I was becoming … impatient," a voice declared.
It took him a moment to recognize the voice belonged to Damon.
A powerful sense of apprehension filled the lawyer. Still drowsy and disoriented, he attempted to speak before remembering he had a ball-gag had been stuffed in his mouth.
Miles felt the weight of Damon's bare torso press against his back, then felt Damon's cheek press against his own. The odd man kissed his jawline.
Edgeworth tried to calm down and think. Was this … rape? That didn't make sense. They had both confessed to wanting each other … why resort to rape when with an interested partner?
But … surely he never agreed to let Damon tie him up and put a damn toy inside him …
Miles became frustrated as he tried to reclaim his memory of what occurred the previous night … He twisted to aim a sharp look at Damon. Perhaps he could nonverbally communicate to the police chief that he wanted to be released immediately …
"Now now, Worthy," Damon chided with a smirk, "don't glare at me like that; you confessed to wanting this … "
A puzzled look emerged on the prosecutor's face, but the police chief had anticipated his captive's confusion. Retrograde amnesia was both a side effect of the sedative he had slipped Edgeworth and a common adverse reaction to drinking oneself into a drunken stupor.
"You don't recall our conversation last night?" Damon inquired slyly, "perhaps I should have cut you off from the wine sooner … "
Edgeworth cringed inwardly. Did he really drink that much?
It didn't matter. He wanted the damn ball-gag out of his mouth, the cuffs off his wrists and that toy removed from his body. He expressed disapproval in the only way he could in his current state: physical squirming and repetitive grunts …
"We'll chat about it later, Worthy," Damon instructed, pressing more of his muscle-heavy weight into Miles' smaller body to discourage the prosecutor's squirming, "relax, for now. You'll enjoy this; I promise."
Warily, Miles stopped squirming. Was Damon telling the truth?
The police chief moved to lightly bite into Miles' shoulder, and suddenly the prosecutor was frustrated by his own arousal. It didn't make sense. He was irritated, confused and, though he'd loathe to either admit or reveal this, afraid- how could he possibly be so thoroughly aroused that his dick was pulsing … ?
Did he really ask Gant to do this to him?
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The situation was undeniably erotic for Damon. The power he wielded over the haughty, beautiful lawyer was intoxicating.
Gant eased his weight off the gorgeous prosecutor so that his now free palm could press against the pale skin of Miles' upper back. He could feel the muscles of the younger man's body tense from his touch.
The lawyer's flesh was so soft compared to the rough, calloused skin of his palm.
"You're beautiful, Miles. Absolutely beautiful," Gant complimented seriously as he began to firmly massage Edgeworth's back. After a moment his hand ventured further down Edgeworth's body … sliding pointedly across the lawyer's lower back before rubbing into the curve of his ass.
Gant's fingers traced across that flesh toward the large dildo lodged within Edgeworth before he announced: "The past couple of hours have truly … stirred my appetite." And those words were certainly true. Watching Edgeworth sleep within his sheets, undressing him, cuffing him, gagging him, cleaning him out … it had built astonishing levels of erotic anticipation within him.
Those fingers snatched the base of that dildo stuffed within the prosecutor; that flawless body tensed and twitched.
" … loosening this tempting little hole of yours was particularly frustrating for me," the police chief added with a sly smile as he began to pump the sex-toy in and out of that tunnel. It really was the perfect size for preparing his partners. It was large - certainly larger than your average man - but still smaller than Gant's proud prick.
An unavoidable groan escaped Miles and his wrists flexed within those handcuffs. Has he ever taken anything so large inside himself? But it felt … good. His entrance being stretched open by this toy as it brushed along his internal walls … it felt good; his prick was straining.
"You'd be amazed how easily this thick dildo slid inside your sleeping body," the police chief teased as he tugged the object from that eager hole, "I don't anticipate it'll be so easy to fit myself inside you."
Miles winced as the toy was pulled out of his stretched passage. An odd mix of shame and arousal filled the lawyer when the sudden loss of stimuli made his hole twitch.
The bed shifted as Gant moved. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant off the nightstand and applied a generous amount on his hardened cock before straddling the prone prosecutor's thighs.
Damon pressed his heavy tool between the curves of Edgeworth's asscheeks.
"Do you feel how large I am, Worthy?"
As the police chief taunted the younger man, he slid his thick, slickened dickhead along the skin of Miles' rump …
Edgeworth breathed anxiously as he tried to estimate the length of the tool pressing against his flesh; the fingers of his restrained hands curled in anticipation.
After a moment of these teasing touches, Damon suddenly grabbed the prosecutor's hips and hoisted the silver-haired man from his position of lying upon the sheets to a kneeling one. The prosecutor's body tensed, realizing Gant's goal was to lift his ass high for his access.
There they were: Miles, the alluring prey, on his knees, bent at the waist before his conniving captor … Damon, the hungry brute, looming behind him … admiring the sight of the prosecutor as he wielded an ample erection.
"Despite all the precautions we took, this may … hurt, at first," the police chief admitted as he pressed his cocktip against Miles' expectant hole, "but, I'll be enjoying the sounds of your enraptured moans soon enough."
Before Edgeworth could launch an incredulous look toward Damon, he felt that plump dick prod against him. That pinkened hole resisted the oversized intruder, but Gant, with a quick little shove, stuffed the mushroom-shaped tip of his prick into the prosecutor's passage.
Frustration filled those silver eyes as his hole was pried wide open by that unnaturally large cock. Miles remained as still as possible as yet another inch of that thick pole slid into the depths of his body.
Those rough hands gripped Edgeworth's hips tightly as that slickened meat pushed even further into his insides.
The grotesque stretching was beginning to produce a burning sensation, forcing Miles to whine in protest. Rebukes were imagined but could not pass through that gagged mouth: It's too much … Not like this … I'm not ready for it … Don't put it inside me … Slower …
"Easy, Edgeworth," Damon insisted firmly, pausing after he managed to force four inches of himself inside that stubborn body, "I loosened you thoroughly … Relax, I'll be gentle for our first fuck."
Miles shook his head, thinking his tunnel would be permanently ravaged by this union. That hole and passage were stretched thin around the girth of Gant's dick. The prosecutor tried to calm himself and raised his ass as high as he could for the massive invader …
"I'm going to move," Damon warned silkily.
Another groan emerged from Miles throat as that ridiculous-sized cock pressed deeper within his body. His insides, muscle and tissue, were contorting around Gant's unrelenting prick. That fleshy tool slowly quested further and further into that struggling passage until Damon's heavy sac nestled against his own.
"See," Gant announced softly, "fits perfectly."
Full. Miles felt so incredibly full. His body throbbed.
Gant ignored the urge to begin rigorously spearing the tight little hole he was currently penetrating. He understood his size was difficult for the average man to accommodate, and he understood patience was required to avoid seriously harming his partners. His gorgeous little toy needed time to adjust to him.
"You were … nineteen, I believe, when you first came to Japan to begin your legal career? Ever since I first saw you ... I wanted you, Edgeworth. Every time I encountered you at the police station, I imagined throwing you upon the nearest desk and ravaging you before all my men. I imagined stuffing my dick in your mouth whenever I saw those lips of yours move. I imagined you squirming on my cock every time you walked by me and now," Damon leaned downward, reaching around Edgeworth's waist to grab at the younger man's solid cock, "now I have you … "
Miles shuddered as Gant touched him … filled him. And, though he'd never admit it aloud, Damon's admission of having obsessive, erotic fantasies of him further aroused the lawyer.
Insane. They must both be insane.
"Though now that I have you, " Gant spoke roughly as he rocked his prick a couple inches back and forth within that snug tunnel, "it'll be difficult to convince me to let you go … "
Damon used measured thrusts to ream Edgeworth's backpassage. This was perfect. His gorgeous captive squeezed his prick emphatically, clung onto him with a desperate grip. God, he wanted to fuck Edgeworth hard enough to make the lawyer scream but he promised to be gentle. He made the promise because he wanted Miles moaning and trembling with pleasure. He made the promise because he wanted Miles to crave future fucks just as thoroughly as he did.
Edgeworth's back arched. His hips shifted. He was dimly aware that Damon completely surrounded him. The police chief was leaning into his back, gripping onto his cock … holding him and packing him simultaneously. The burning sensation, though still present, was significantly more bearable and soon the pleasured heat within him stole his focus. Damon was fondling and tugging at his erection as that fat dick split him open. So large. So deep – a depth within that had never felt the warmth of a hardened cock before. His body felt hot. Repeated, sensual pulses developed in his loins and passage. He was moaning. He was sweating. He was mindlessly shoving himself up and down the length of Gant's immense cock, faster than the police chief's purposeful pace.
Soon, that throbbing pleasure exploded within Miles. An intense orgasm consumed him as a generous stream of cum burst from his prick, soiling Damon's hand and sheets. After a full-bodied spasm coursed through his body, a powerful dizziness claimed the lawyer.
Gant grunted when he felt that spasm move through the prosecutor: Edgeworth's dick, hips, hole ... The police chief continued to reap pleasure from the prosecutor's sinful body, pushing into that tight, warm passage over and over.
When Miles' wave of dizziness passed, he became aware that Damon was still using his body. He grunted repeatedly as Gant continued to spear him. A few minutes later, that suffocating embrace tightened as the older man's warm seed poured inside his sensitive, completely-plugged passage.
Damon sighed, gave that lovely body an appreciative squeeze, then released Miles. He smiled when the younger man's body collapsed into the bedsheets.
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Miles breathed softly.
The aftermath of sex with Damon had left lingering effects on his body. His hole was gaping slightly, perhaps permanently loosened by all the erotic stretching he endured from the police chief's cock and toy. There was a mixture of cum and lube inside his sore passage. Lastly, despite a very intense orgasm, he was still hard …
Why? Edgeworth usually maintained enough self-control and composure to outlast his partners … yet, even though the beginning of their exchange was quite painful for the prosecutor, he was moaning like a whore within minutes and came before Damon did … Was he truly so physically attracted to Damon that his body responded to the police chief with a wild level of lust? Or was it the situation? Tied, gagged … seemingly forced into pleasuring his captor …
He distantly remembered Gant mentioning he'd be gentle with their first fuck, specifically. What would rough sex with the beast be like? A part of him was … intrigued by the thought, but the more logical part of him was not. His rump ached wickedly.
Miles felt Damon's fingers grip onto his hips. He listlessly allowed Gant to reposition his body. Soon, he was lying on his back, and the larger man straddled his thighs.
It was the first time Edgeworth was able to fully observe the older man's entire body. Tanned all over, deliciously muscular … White, curly pubic hair forming a masculine crown for the well-endowed cock and the hefty-sized balls that hung proudly beneath it.
Miles felt his own prick harden even further by the sight. The only signs of age Damon had on his entire body were the colors of his hair and a few unavoidable wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Beyond that, the seductive man was the definition of physical perfection.
Damon smiled, noting Edgeworth's lusty stare. He also noticed Edgeworth's persistent erection - thank god for aphrodisiacs. He looked over that tantalizing body before realizing there was a portion of Miles he missed having access to.
"I need that mouth of yours," Gant announced as he leaned his body on top of Edgeworth's. The prosecutor, eager to have his mouth freed so he could verbalize his disapproval, leaned his head forward so Damon could unfasten the gag.
After the police chief removed the ball from Edgeworth's mouth, he immediately moved to claim those pale lips.
"Damon, stop," the lawyer protested, shifting his face away from Damon, "uncuff me … - "
" – hm. Why?" Gant replied, gently grabbing the prosecutor's jaw and bringing their faces together.
"Damon, you … stop," Edgeworth chided, struggling to control his own wild urges, "I don't remember anything from last night … I don't remember … why I'm here."
The police chief, pulling back far enough to examine the lawyer's frustrated expression, resisted the urge to smile.
"Hm. Do you remember drinking several glasses of wine?"
Edgeworth scowled before speaking: "I don't remember joining you in this bedroom or asking you to cuff and gag me. I do remember asking Lana to take me home."
Gazing down at Miles, Gant cocked his head and chose his lies carefully.
"It was, if I remember correctly, ten PM when I returned to the party. It was thinning out. You were asleep on the couch. Lana approached me and told me of her conflict – there was a man she was interested in spending the evening with but she told me she was obligated to drive you home. I offered to assume the responsibility of taking you home - "
"Who was the man?" the prosecutor asked, not yet subscribing to this story.
"Lance," Gant responded without hesitation, "good-looking, blonde man. A politician. Joined all of us in the Jacuzzi earlier that night."
Edgeworth mused it over. Yes … he remembered Lana had been speaking to Lance at the bar for most of the evening …
Damon continued his narration: "After seeing the rest of my guests off, I woke you up and, well, attempted to seduce you. I'm glad I did, I was remarkably successful – possibly because of all that alcohol you ingested. I pulled you into my lap, undressed you as all sorts of naughty confessions spilled out of your mouth," the liar paused and smirked lightly before adding: "you admitted to a couple of erotic fantasies that … piqued my interest."
Edgeworth's expression darkened during the last part of Damon's story, but not a single denial left his mouth.
"I carried you to my bedroom with the intention of fulfilling all of your desires but, to my disappointment … you fell asleep within minutes. I decided to wait for you to wake up before making any further attempts to exchange pleasure with you and … here we are."
"So," Edgeworth sniped, "according to your own story, I never actually asked you to handcuff and gag me. You took such liberties as I slept."
Gant, inwardly impressed with his own performance so far, presented a thoughtful expression.
"You implied you wanted such things done to you, but no, you did not explicitly ask me to," Damon responded evenly, "I suppose that means I'm some sort of … fiend, in your eyes … "
Harsh silver stared into guarded green eyes. Miles was attempting to gauge exactly how angry he should be over this situation, but before the prosecutor could produce an answer to his own musings, he felt Gant's rough-skinned palm press against the length of his shaft.
"Damon … " Miles breathed disapprovingly, but before he could speak any further Damon smothered him with a forceful kiss. The older man's tongue slithered into his mouth as those fingers gripped and pulled on Edgeworth's throbbing dick …
Gant broke off the kiss so he could whisper huskily in the prosecutor's ear.
"You're enjoying this – "
" - Damon," Miles called out, vainly trying to ignore the heat the sexy brute had effortlessly brought to his body, "uncuff me."
"I prefer you cuffed," Gant countered, smirking.
"—Damon, enough … I told you I – "
"—you're pulsing in my hand," Gant taunted as he moved to the sensuous curve of Edgeworth's neck and bit into his flesh. The police chief became inspired when he felt the needy prosecutor hump that rigid cock against his groping palm. Now his own prick hardened from anticipation …
" - Why am I …" Edgeworth huffed quietly as Damon's fingers began fondling his balls. Potent sensual pressure was gathering in his loins and, despite the soreness of his channel, he craved taking that hefty prick inside his body again …
How absurd and humiliating these thoughts were, given the situation. Where was his self-control?
Suddenly a Steel Samurai ringtone filled the room, forcing both men to pause. The unexpected interruption allowed Edgeworth to reclaim his wits. The sound came from one of Damon's dressers, but Miles knew it was his phone. A Steel Samurai ringtone wasn't exactly a common choice … particularly among grown men.
"Uncuff me," the lawyer insisted, struggling to ignore his desperate erection, "I want to answer that."
"Forget it for now; whoever it is will leave a message," Damon urged as once more moved to press a rough kiss against Miles' neck. This time the prosecutor attempted to squirm away from the touch.
"I am not your toy, Gant," Miles hissed testily, "and I've endured enough of your antics."
There was a moment of stillness and silence.
Game over, Damon realized with a bitter smirk. The police chief sighed and lifted himself off of Edgeworth. He stared at the prosecutor for a long moment as the phone continued to ring.
Miles, frustrated by Damon's persistent refusal to adhere to his wishes, opened his mouth to speak … but the police chief spoke first.
"You're beautiful, Miles. Stunning, in fact," Gant complimented sincerely, "this … admission, probably won't impress you since it's coming from a significantly older man, but I'd keep you for the rest of my life, if I could. I'd treasure you."
Edgeworth was … disturbed by this very sudden and seemingly genuine announcement. With a guarded expression, he sat upward so he could more closely inspect Damon's demeanor.
The police chief, not wasting this opportunity, leaned toward Edgeworth to steal a kiss from the lawyer. It started soft, but when Damon felt Miles begin to reciprocate the passionate gesture, a sense of urgency developed. Gant moved his palm onto Edgeworth's cheek as their lips opened and their tongues touched. For a brief moment, Miles wanted his hands free simply so he could touch the seductive police chief – his powerful shoulders, his chiseled body ...
The end of his cellphone's ringing reminded Edgeworth that he had been attempting to reclaim control of the situation. He reluctantly pulled back from Damon's mouth.
The two men simply looked at each other for a quiet moment.
"Uncuff me, Damon," Miles insisted once more.
Gant's impassive expression transformed into an abrasive smile.
"So. Does Gumshoe typically call you so early in the morning?" the police chief inquired playfully.
Edgeworth's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"How do you know he's the one who called … ?" he asked gravely.
"Just a hunch," Damon teased, patting Edgeworth's thigh before standing up from the bed, "let's see if I'm right."
Anxiety began to build within the wary prosecutor as he watched Damon stalk toward the dresser. The older man pulled open the top drawer and removed Miles' phone from it. He glanced at its screen.
"Missed call: Richard Gumshoe," Gant announced, "but fear not, he left a voicemail – "
" – Damon – "
" - let's listen to his message together, shall we?" Gant suggested casually as he tapped the phone's screen to access its voicemail system. Then he set the phone to 'speaker' and tossed it upon the bed beside Edgeworth.
"Why are you doing this … ?"
Seconds later the sounds of the detective's desperate voicemail filled the room.
"Edgeworth! It's Gumshoe. Call me back as soon as you get this. Something - … Governor Ushijima was found dead last night and - I don't know all the details – the nightshift performed the investigation, but … your fingerprints were discovered at the scene … " "
Those unique eyes widened as the information was revealed. A combination of shame, fear and rage manifested within Miles. He watched Damon – the murderer - stalk toward him.
"It's a pity, Edgeworth," the police chief lamented, "I wanted to get at least a couple more fucks out of you before all of this was revealed."
As Gant approached him, Miles briefly contemplated struggling, but it would have been a futile gesture at best. How could he possibly stop the older man from taking whatever he wanted? Edgeworth worked out and maintained a respectable physique, but even if his hands had been free, he was no match for the incredibly muscular brute …
"And they questioned his wife and she said you were … - They're looking for you, they want to take you to the detention center. Listen, just call me. I'll take you to the center, and I'll vouch for you. I know you had nothing to do with this; we'll find the bastard that did. Call me as soon as you can."
"Last night, as I slept, you murdered him… " Miles began, but was interrupted when Damon shoved his palm into Edgeworth's chest and forced the prosecutor flat upon the bed.
"On the contrary, Worthy," Gant replied with that odd smile, effortlessly holding down the squirming prosecutor, "you murdered Ushijima last night."
"You really think you can get away from this?" the lawyer asked angrily, squirming uselessly. Edgeworth was so tempted to kick the bulky bastard … but he was intelligent enough to realize that if the situation became physically abusive it would not be to his own benefit.
Gant didn't bother to acknowledge the question. The large brute grabbed the prosecutor's legs and pulled that pale body until Edgeworth's rump was at the edge of the bed, then one of Gant's hands wrapped around Miles' stubborn erection. When that prick visibly twitched from the stimulation, Damon chuckled. Miles flushed miserably as that hand slid across his throbbing penis.
"What did you do to me … " Edgeworth inquired, finally realizing this wasn't simply lust that was keeping his cock uncontrollably rigid.
"Aside from fucking you and framing you for murder?" Damon responded as he moved into a kneeling position beside the bed, holding Miles' legs apart, "let me see you first, then I'll answer the question."
That hand slithered toward a new target: Edgeworth's still slickened hole. A finger traced a circle around that tantalizing opening as he examined the results of a single fuck. That fleshy rim was pink, swollen, glistening from a combination of lube and bodily fluids …
"We'll add, 'reamed your hole to the perfect size' to the list," Gant suggested devilishly as he eased three thick fingers through that snug ring. That ass squeezed his fingers instinctively.
"You're repulsive, " Miles groaned out as his hole was toyed with. A tempest of seething emotions enveloped him - a wild sense of anger being the most prevalent. Gant was an amoral beast, a despicable pig…
Edgeworth was typically a man that could maintain his composure in the worst situations, but he wasn't sure what'd he'd do right now if Damon were the one handcuffed and he himself had a gun.
"Gumshoe doesn't even know half of the situation, Worthy. I've produced piles of evidence that can be used against you," Gant revealed as he added his pinky to the trio of probing fingers that split the grunting prosecutor's insides, "with a single phonecall I can guarantee you'll spend the rest of your life in prison … considering this fact, I recommend you be very nice to me."
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