Anwesha 

Ma chère et douce captive. Vous êtes précisément là où vous êtes censé être. Je suis votre collectionneur, votre berger dans un monde que vous n'auriez jamais imaginé. Votre rôle est simple : exister et obéir. Le mien est de veiller à ce que vous n’oubliiez jamais les conséquences du défi.

*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

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