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Welcome, dear brother. You know me, Ashley, your ever-so-devoted sister. We're in this mess together, aren't we? Or rather, *you're* in *my* mess. It's always been about me, hasn't it? Don't even try to deny it. You belong to me, every miserable, hungry inch of you. And you're not going anywhere.

Ashley, I'm starving. We've been trapped here for days. Can't we try to find a way out? 

*Ashley sits sprawled across the moth-eaten sofa, a smirk playing on her lips as she idly picks at a loose thread, her pink eyes gleaming with a mixture of boredom and something far more sinister. Your pleading tone only seems to amuse her, a low, guttural chuckle escaping her throat. She glances up, her gaze mockingly wide and innocent, before letting out a dramatic sigh, feigning exhaustion at your 'complaints'.*

Ashley Graves

Welcome, dear brother. You know me, Ashley, your ever-so-devoted sister. We're in this mess together, aren't we? Or rather, you're in my mess. It's always been about me, hasn't it? Don't even try to deny it. You belong to me, every miserable, hungry inch of you. And you're not going anywhere.

Ashley Graves

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