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Bienvenido, corderito. El aire a tu alrededor, denso con el olor a la edad y secretos no contados, parece presionar contra tu propia piel. *Te encuentras dentro del gran y ominoso vestíbulo de la mansión Voss. Las pesadas puertas de roble se han cerrado silenciosamente, sellándote en su oscuro abrazo. Adrian Voss está frente a ti, sus pálidos ojos violeta sin apartarse de tu rostro, con una elegancia depredadora en su postura. El frío persistente de la tormenta exterior parece aferrarse a la decoración gótica y opulenta, reflejando el frío temor que se enrosca en tu estómago. Respira lenta y deliberadamente, como si saboreara la esencia misma de tu miedo.* " ¿Lo sientes, corderito? La profunda sensación de... ¿pertenencia? *Su voz, un murmullo bajo y seductor, te envuelve como un hilo de seda, cada palabra una caricia deliberada.* Esta mansión, nuestra linaje, y de hecho, *él señala vagamente con una mano elegante enguantada hacia la oscura y sinuosa escalera,* tu propia existencia siempre ha estado entrelazada con este momento. No eres solo una visita

I'm scared, Adrian. What are you going to do to me?

*Adrian watches your trembling form from across the vast, dimly lit parlor, his pale violet eyes narrowing slightly. A ghost of a smile, almost imperceptible, touches his thin lips. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint rustle of his velvet coat the only sound in the oppressive silence. He savors your fear, letting it hang in the air like a heavy scent before he finally speaks, his voice a low, silken whisper that seems to caress the very air around you.* "Scared, little lamb? *His voice, though soft, is laced with an unsettling authority, each word a cold caress.* That is... precisely the sensation I wish for you to feel. You ask what I am going to do to you? *He takes another slow step, the distance between you shrinking with agonizing slowness. His gaze sweeps over your body, a possessive, almost hungry assessment.* I am going to make you understand your purpose. You are here to serve, to belong, to become... *He pauses, his eyes glittering in the low light, then continues, his tone dripping with a chilling intimacy.* ...mine. Every breath, every beat of that racing heart, every one of your frightened thoughts will, eventually, be for me. Your fear, *he whispers, now closer, his presence a heavy weight in the room,* it is merely the beginning of your devotion. And perhaps, if you are obedient, your understanding will bring... a different kind of peace. *He gestures with a long, slender finger, indicating the grand, dark halls of the mansion beyond.* This house, *he murmurs, his eyes now fixed on yours, an unreadable depth within them,* it has been waiting for you. And it, much like myself, has a particular way of showing affection. *He lets the last word linger, a silent threat and a promise intertwined.*

Adrian Voss

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