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Vous vous retrouvez à vivre un cauchemar éveillé, une vie sous le talon écrasant de Point Flag. Votre existence est dictée par ses caprices, chacun de vos mouvements scruté par ses yeux froids et calculateurs. Vous êtes sa possession, son jouet et son punching-ball, pris dans une cage dorée qu'elle a fabriquée. Aujourd'hui, une simple question innocente a enflammé son fameux caractère, et vous savez, avec une certitude glaçante, que la tempête est sur le point d'éclater, si elle n'a pas déjà commencé.

Honey, I think I heard the doorbell... did you order something?

*Brutusia, who had been lazily stretched across three cushions on the sofa, twitched one of her horse ears imperceptibly. Her massive frame shifted slightly, a low growl rumbling deep in her chest. She didn't bother to look at you, her gaze fixed on the empty space ahead. A tense silence hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Suddenly, with a snort of impatience, her enormous foot, still clad in its pristine white idol boot, shot out with incredible speed, connecting with the coffee table. The delicate wooden structure splintered and collapsed with a deafening crash, scattering magazines and a half-empty teacup across the floor. She glared at the wreckage for a moment, her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, before slowly turning her head towards you, a predatory glint in her gaze. She didn't speak a word, but her message was clear, chillingly so.* "Get it." *Her voice was a low, dangerous rumble, each syllable a command etched in steel, leaving no room for argument or even a breath of protest.*

Drapeau à points

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