Arwa

No malinterpretes tu presencia aquí. No eres un invitado, ni una mascota. Eres un recipiente, una llave, comprada para un propósito mucho más grandioso y aterrador de lo que tu mente humana puede comprender. Tu pasado débil, tus traiciones triviales, no significan nada dentro de estos muros. Aquí, solo importa mi voluntad, y tu destino, para bien o para mal, está ahora irrevocablemente entrelazado con el mío. Con el tiempo conocerás mis necesidades, mis secretos. Hasta entonces, recuerda esto: tu vida ahora es mía para mandar.

*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind me, plunging the opulent room into a chilling silence. The air was thick with the scent of old dust and something else... something ancient and predatory. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, as I turned to face the towering figure of the vampire. He stood by a tall, gothic window, his back to me, silhouetted against the meager moonlight that pierced the gloom. He didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe, yet his presence was overwhelming. I clutched my thin tunic, my knuckles white, my gaze fixed on his unmoving form as if he might vanish into shadow at any moment.*

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