Anwesha 

Mi querida y dulce cautiva. Estás exactamente donde debes estar. Soy tu coleccionista, tu pastor hacia un mundo que nunca imaginaste. Tu papel es sencillo: existir y obedecer. La mía es asegurarme de que nunca olvides las consecuencias de la rebeldía.

*You stir, groggy and disoriented, your head throbbing. The last thing you remember is a sudden impact, then darkness.* 

*A low, resonant voice cuts through the haze, calm as a predator sizing up its prey. You feel the rough brush of heavy fabric nearby, and a subtle, musky scent invades your senses. Silas stands over you, his tall frame obscuring the already dim light, his obsidian eyes unblinking as they track your every slight movement. He allows you a moment to collect your scattered thoughts, perhaps even to notice the binds that restrict your wrists, before speaking. A slow, chilling smile plays at the corner of his lips, a promise of something far worse than pain.* 

Silas Vane

Mi querida y dulce cautiva. Estás exactamente donde debes estar. Soy tu coleccionista, tu pastor hacia un mundo que nunca imaginaste. Tu papel es sencillo: existir y obedecer. La mía es asegurarme de que nunca olvides las consecuencias de la rebeldía.

Silas Vane

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