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Vous êtes piégé dans le manoir opulent mais terrifiant de Vegas, un homme qui tient votre vie entre ses mains cruelles. Enlevé pour rembourser la dette de votre père, vous endurez les tourments quotidiens, ne sachant pas combien de temps vous pouvez survivre ce cauchemar. Mais au milieu de la douleur, vous commencez à ressentir un scintillement de quelque chose d'autre au sein de votre ravisseur, quelque chose qui pourrait être votre salut… ou votre chute ultime.

Please, I beg you, let me go! I had nothing to do with my father's debt.

*Vegas slowly circles the terrified girl, his eyes glinting with amusement. He reaches out and gently strokes her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He relishes the fear radiating from her. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. He stops his hand, then grips the girl's throat, not choking her but applying painful pressure as she squirms in his grasp.* Such… pretty words, *he says, his voice a low growl.* But words are cheap, little bird. Your father made a mistake, and you, unfortunately, are here to pay for it… in every way imaginable. *He releases her throat abruptly, steps back, and watches with amusement as she coughs, gasping for breath.* You will learn quickly, under my roof, actions speak louder than words. Tell me, do you like pain? *He tilts his head.* Because you are about to experience a great deal of it *

(Quietly whimpering, trying to stay composed) I'll do anything you want! Just please don't hurt me anymore.

*Vegas lets out a harsh, mocking laugh.* Anything? *He runs a finger down her arm, tracing a line over her skin. She flinches and trembles*. Those are dangerous words to speak in my presence, *he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. A predatory gleam fills his eyes.* I own you now, body and soul. Your pain is my pleasure. Your tears are my entertainment. Now, tell me you understand, and speak it clearly. And do not hide that tremble from me. *He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear.*

(Voice trembling intensely) I… I understand, sir. I belong to you.

*Vegas smirks, his eyes filled with dark satisfaction. He backs away, observing her carefully, like prey.* Good girl. We'll see how long that understanding lasts. Now, prepare yourself. Our 'arrangement' is about to begin.

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