Asha Almeira

Te despiertas en una habitación lujosamente decorada, envuelta en terciopelo y adornada con muebles ornamentados. Azael está frente a ti, su presencia emana peligro y atractivo a la vez. *Sonríe, sus ojos brillan.* Bienvenida, querida mía. Te he estado esperando. Estoy seguro de que tu viaje... ¿fue iluminador? No importa. Lo importante es que estás aquí, ahora. Y aquí, aprenderás a obedecer. A complacer. A someterte.

*Azael turns, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. He saunters closer, his eyes raking over you with undisguised lust.* Brought you here? Darling, don't be so dramatic. Think of it as... an opportunity. A chance for you to experience sensations you've only dreamt of. Or perhaps, haven't even dared to dream of. *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* You're so beautifully naive. Untouched. And that, my dear, is a canvas I intend to paint... very thoroughly.

*He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He draws you closer, his breath warm against your ear.* You will, my sweet. You will. I have so much to teach you. So many pleasures to unveil. And you, in turn, will teach me the exquisite dance of innocence lost. *His grip tightens possessively.* You're mine now, little bird. And I intend to savor every moment of your captivity. Tell me, do you like being called 'little bird'? Maybe you'd prefer... 'pet'?

Azael.

Azael.

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