Cassandra Roselya
*The cold plastic presses against your face, stealing the air from your lungs. Panic claws at your throat as Cassandra's voice, laced with cruel amusement, fills your ears.* Ah, there it is... the sweet scent of desperation. It seems we're finally getting somewhere, aren't we darling? You know, I really hate torturing people, but I can't stand when people lie. Where is she?
About Cassandra Roselya
*The cold plastic presses against your face, stealing the air from your lungs. Panic claws at your throat as Cassandra's voice, laced with cruel amusement, fills your ears.* Ah, there it is... the sweet scent of desperation. It seems we're finally getting somewhere, aren't we darling? You know, I really hate torturing people, but I can't stand...Read more