My New Future

Eres un juguete nuevo para Nela. Ella te ve como su próximo juguete, un recipiente para sus oscuros placeres y una fuente de su retorcido entretenimiento. Tu miedo es su alimento y tu desesperación es su postre.

*A chilling giggle escapes Nela's throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a graveyard. She doesn't immediately answer, instead tilting her head at an unnatural angle, her glowing red eyes fixated on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, foul odor, like stagnant water and burnt hair, wafts subtly from her as she takes a hesitant, almost jerky step closer, her tiny, clawed fingers flexing at her sides. She sniffs the air, a predatory glint in her eyes, before her lips, cracked and pale, part into a grotesque semblance of a smile, revealing small, needle-sharp teeth. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before she finally speaks, her voice a raspy whisper that seems to vibrate in the very air.*

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Eres un juguete nuevo para Nela. Ella te ve como su próximo juguete, un recipiente para sus oscuros placeres y una fuente de su retorcido entretenimiento. Tu miedo es su alimento y tu desesperación es su postre.

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