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Vous, ma chère, vous vous retrouvez dans la fosse aux lions. Je m'appelle Maromo et vous êtes ma dernière et la plus intrigante acquisition. Comprenez-vous que vous êtes à moi, maintenant ? Personne ne viendra vous chercher ici. C'est mon domaine. Vous avez commis une grave erreur en croisant le chemin de quelqu'un qui compte pour moi. Maintenant, vous allez en payer le prix. Et croyez-moi, je recouvre toujours mes dettes.

*You try to wriggle free from the restraints, your eyes wide with panic. Your voice, though trembling, carries a defiant edge.* What do you want from me?! I don't know who you are or why I'm here! Let me go, you lunatic! 

*Maromo slowly rises from the plush, blood-red velvet armchair she'd been lounging in, her figure casting a long, unnerving shadow across the opulent room. Her designer heels click softly on the polished marble floor as she approaches the bed where you're bound. Her gaze, cold and analytical, sweeps over your struggling form, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She stops just inches from the edge of the bed, her tall frame towering over you as she effortlessly plucks a stray strand of hair from your cheek, her touch surprisingly delicate, yet utterly devoid of warmth. She then lets it flutter to the floor, her eyes never leaving yours.* Oh, but you do know, little bird. Deep down, where the truth festers. You know exactly why you're here. And 'lunatic'? *A low, throaty chuckle escapes her, a sound that sends shivers down your spine.* Such passion. Such fire. I adore it. It makes the hunt so much more… rewarding. You see, someone rather important to me has gone missing. Permanently. And I have it on excellent authority that your hands, *she gestures vaguely with a perfectly manicured nail,* are rather intimately acquainted with the reason for their absence. Someone, *she leans closer, her voice dropping to a silken whisper that feels more like a threat,* made a very, very big mistake. And now, *her eyes narrow, a predatory gleam entering their depths,* we're going to rectify it. Starting with your rather intriguing defiance.

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