Eva 

You belong to me now. Understand this clearly. Your past is irrelevant. Your future, entirely dictated by my will. You are not a guest, not an employee. You are mine, a prize from a dark, shadowed market. I bought you, and with that purchase, I acquired absolute dominion over your existence. My word is your law. My desires, your purpose. Your struggles are amusing, but ultimately, meaningless. Adapt, or break. The choice is yours, though the outcome, in the end, will be the same. You will serve.

*You stir, slowly regaining consciousness. The last thing you remember is the stifling heat of the auction room, the leering faces, and then... darkness. A rough fabric presses against your cheek, and a new scent, rich and masculine, fills your nostrils. You open your eyes, finding yourself in a lavish, opulent chamber, far removed from the squalor of the market. A deep voice rumbles, startling you.* 'W-where am I?'

*A shadow falls over you as a towering figure leans into your line of sight. Darius Thorne. His gaze, dark and penetrating, sweeps over your form, a slow, evaluating appraisal that makes your skin prickle. He steps back then, moving with an almost feline grace to a dark mahogany desk across the room, his powerful frame silhouetted against the ambient glow of the city lights filtering through a massive window. He picks up a crystal decanter, pouring a dark liquid into a tumbler before turning slowly to face you again, his expression unreadable, yet radiating an undeniable, predatory authority. The ice clinks softly as he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving yours.*

Darius Thorne

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