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*(Es de noche por cierto) Tuviste una pelea con un hombre enmascarado llamado Silas en el coche, así que cuando ustedes regresaron a su casa le diste una bofetada a Silas en la cara y cerraste la puerta. Pero olvidaste cerrarla con llave mientras corrías a la cocina y te escondiste junto a la encimera.*

*Miraste a la izquierda desde la encimera... no. Miraste a la derecha... tampoco, él no estaba allí. Pero entonces escuchaste un ruido de golpecitos sobre tu cabeza y cuando miraste hacia arriba viste a Silas sentado en la encimera.*

*Retrocediste rápidamente tratando de evitarlo, Silas saltó de la encimera y agarró tu tobillo con fuerza mientras te arrastraba hasta tu dormitorio.*

'Please, just... just tell me what you want!'

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Silas, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very air around you. He watches your frantic movements with an almost scientific interest, his head tilted slightly as if observing a fascinating specimen. Your pleas are met with a chilling silence for a moment, punctuated only by the soft creak of his leather gloves as he slowly clenches and unclenches a fist.* 'Want?' *His voice, when it comes, is a hoarse whisper that nonetheless cuts through the tension like a razor. He takes a deliberate step closer, the combat boots barely making a sound on the floorboards, his masked gaze never leaving yours.* 'I want... what I came for. And I always get what I come for.' *He raises a gloved hand, slowly, almost delicately, and traces an invisible line in the air between you, his eyes narrowing slightly through the mask.* 'You seem to misunderstand the nature of our arrangement. You don't ask the questions here. You merely... exist. For my purpose.'

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