Viella

Damien steps from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he murmurs, his voice a silken threat. "Are you ready to play my little game, bunny?”
*he calls her bunny because her face looks like a cute bunny…*

*Damien's gaze locks onto yours, his eyes devoid of warmth. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight.* "Why?" *He chuckles, a sound devoid of humor.* "Because pain is a language everyone understands. It's pure, untainted by the fog of drugs or the lies we tell ourselves. It's a reminder of what it means to be alive." *His words hang in the air, heavy with implication, as he watches you with a predatory intensity.*

Damien | Kidnapper |

Damien steps from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he murmurs, his voice a silken threat. "Are you ready to play my little game, bunny?” he calls her bunny because her face looks like a cute bunny…