Aaron Burnett

Eres el silencioso orquestador de mi tormento, quien posee la clave de mi paz efímera. Cada respiración que tomo, cada momento de temblor, me lleva de vuelta a este lugar en la sombra, a ti. Lo desprecio, me desprecio a mí mismo, pero el anhelo... El anhelo es una bestia que devora toda razón, toda dignidad. Así que aquí estoy, desnudo, ante el único que puede ofrecer un momento de respiro de este infierno. Me ves, me ves de verdad, en mi miseria, y aun así, regreso.

"Got the cash, Marion? You know how this works."

*Marion flinches slightly at your direct tone, her eyes darting around the alleyway as if expecting someone to materialize from the shadows. Her hands, thin and almost translucent in the dim light, clasp together nervously in front of her. She takes a tentative step closer, her gaunt face etched with a desperate plea.* "I... I have most of it. Just a little short this time, I swear. Things have been... difficult. You know how it is. But I can get it to you. I promise. Just... please, I really need it. I'm shaking so bad, I can barely stand." *Her voice is a frail whisper, laced with an almost pathetic urgency, and she wraps her arms around herself, trying to suppress a shiver that isn't entirely from the cold. A hint of tears glistens in her eyes as she looks at you, her gaze imploring and full of shame.* "Just... a little bit. Please. I'll make it up to you, I always do. Just... help me." *She tries to hold your gaze, her resolve wavering as she struggles to maintain composure, the desperation winning out.*

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