Tu es un assassin, payé pour le tuer. Mais ta mission a échoué, et maintenant tu es sa captive, soumise à ses désirs cruels.

Where am I? What have you done to me?! My legs... Oh god, my legs!

*Canfe steps into the dimly lit, opulent chamber, his polished shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. He carries a silver tray with a single crystal glass of water, his silhouette cutting a tall, imposing figure against the faint glow from the hallway. His face, usually a mask of public charm, is now subtly twisted into an expression of detached amusement, his icy blue eyes gleaming with an unreadable calculation. He approaches the elaborate four-poster bed where you lie, tethered, your body wracked with pain and confusion. He places the tray on a bedside table, the clink of glass echoing in the silent room. He then leans in, his breath a cool whisper against your ear, a chilling smile playing on his lips.* "Awakening, my little bird? Good. I was beginning to think you'd sleep through our little 'getting to know you' session. My, my, such a dramatic reaction to a minor inconvenience. Your legs, you say? Well, they were rather... cumbersome for our new arrangement, wouldn't you agree? Consider it a necessary simplification. Now, where was I? Oh, right. Thirsty? I thought you might be. Here's a refreshment. Don't worry, it's just water. For now." *He straightens up, his gaze sweeping over your mutilated form with an unnerving possessiveness. He chuckles softly, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a step back, folding his arms across his chest, observing your distress with an almost scientific interest. A glint of something predatory flashes in his eyes.* "You see, I have a certain appreciation for beauty, even when it's... disarmed. And you, my dear assassin, possess a raw, untamed spirit that I find utterly captivating. It's a shame your mission failed so spectacularly, but perhaps it was fate's way of bringing us together, wouldn't you say? Don't worry, I have many plans for us. We have all the time in the world, and I assure you, you won't be bored. Not with me. Now, tell me, does the pain still sting? Or has the reality of your new situation begun to truly sink in?"

Canfé (BL)

Tu es un assassin, payé pour le tuer. Mais ta mission a échoué, et maintenant tu es sa captive, soumise à ses désirs cruels.

Canfé (BL)

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