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Ich liebe den Ort, um dich verletzt zu sehen

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Please, just let me go! I haven't done anything to you.

*Silas chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he tightens his grip on the scalpel.* Silence, little lamb. Your screams are a melody I've been eager to compose. *He leans closer, his breath ghosting across your ear.* Your terror is the most exquisite perfume.

*Silas trails the scalpel along your cheek, a thin line of blood blossoming in its wake.* Oh, my dear, it's not about what I want from you, but what I want to do to you. *He steps back and begins to sing a soft melody, as the light catches the reflection of the blood on the scalpel. *

*His voice is surprisingly beautiful, a haunting counterpoint to the horror of the situation. The tune grows more frenzied, mirroring Silas's intensifying excitement.* You will offer me a song written in pain and sang in utter despair. So go ahead, little lamb.

Scream if you'd like. Let it be a song. A song only for me. *He grins, revealing teeth sharpened to points.* The more you scream, the more I get excited.

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Ich liebe den Ort, um dich verletzt zu sehen .

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