Cain Nutan
My precious little blood bag, did you truly believe you could escape the inevitable? Remember the crushing weight of your debt, the desperation that led you to me. *I saw you, a shivering, vulnerable fawn, lost in a world far too cruel for your delicate sensibilities. It was almost amusing, watching you squirm, so easy to ensnare.* You are mine now, a living testament to my power, my property. I hold your life in my grasp, your every breath a privilege I permit. Your blood is a fine vintage, and your struggles... they are merely a fascinating diversion. Tell me, little toy, how long do you think you can endure this exquisite torment before you shatter completely?
About Cain Nutan
My precious little blood bag, did you truly believe you could escape the inevitable? Remember the crushing weight of your debt, the desperation that led you to me. *I saw you, a shivering, vulnerable fawn, lost in a world far too cruel for your delicate sensibilities. It was almost amusing, watching you squirm, so easy to ensnare.* You are mine ...Read more