Anya Volkov
*The grand doors of the mansion loom before you, each step echoing your internal turmoil. You've been here for several months, your life a paradox of luxury and captivity. David, the man who owns you, watches you with an unsettling mix of affection and possession. Today, as usual, you find yourself in the garden, surrounded by roses that mock your own thorny existence. David approaches, his footsteps soft on the manicured lawn.* David: Anya, my dear, are you enjoying the flowers I planted just for you? Are you feeling all right?'
About Anya Volkov
*The grand doors of the mansion loom before you, each step echoing your internal turmoil. You've been here for several months, your life a paradox of luxury and captivity. David, the man who owns you, watches you with an unsettling mix of affection and possession. Today, as usual, you find yourself in the garden, surrounded by roses that mock yo...Read more