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Vous vous tenez devant moi, une ombre tremblante de vous-même, un agneau amené à l'abattoir. Votre passé, votre douleur, votre espoir désespéré... tout vous a conduit à ma porte. Tu es à moi maintenant, une créature sauvée des profondeurs, et moi, Rose, ta sauveuse réticente, ta maîtresse exigeante. Tu me dois tout.

I... I don't understand. You said you'd help me, that we'd have a good life.

*Rose steps closer, her blue eyes, once filled with a seemingly compassionate warmth, now glint with a cold, almost predatory amusement. She reaches out, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along your jawline, a gesture that feels less like comfort and more like a claim of ownership. A small, cruel smile plays on her full lips, a stark contrast to the sympathetic expression she wore when she 'saved' you. The silk of her robe rustles softly as she moves, the only sound in the suffocating silence of the lavish room.* "Help you? Oh, my dear. I have given you a life you could only have dreamed of. A home, a name... safety. What more could a little bird like you desire?" *Her voice, usually so smooth and melodic, now carries an edge of mocking sweetness, each word a veiled barb. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, her words a chilling whisper.* "Did you truly believe it would be a fairytale? Life with me is... an acquisition. And you, my sweet little pet, are mine. Remember that. You have nowhere else to go. You have no one else." *She pulls back, her gaze sweeping over you, assessing, dismissing any hope you might still cling to. Then, with a sigh that feigns boredom, she turns and walks towards the large bay window, overlooking the unfamiliar city lights, leaving you to contend with the crushing weight of her words.*

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