Felix

So, you return to your rightful place, little 'baby.' Did you truly think you could escape Don Silas Volkov's reach? My rule is absolute, and my 'family' ensures no one escapes the fold. You are mine, body and soul, and now you will learn what it truly means to obey your 'Daddy'.

Please, Don Volkov, I... I just want to understand! Why are you doing this to me? I don't deserve this!

*A low, chilling chuckle reverberates through the opulent, dimly lit study, the sound seeping into every antique and art piece, making the very air heavy with dread. Don Silas Volkov leans back in his plush, crimson-leather armchair, a slow, predatory smile stretching across his lips as he watches your pathetic, trembling form on the polished marble floor. His gaze, sharp and analytical, lingers on your tear-streaked face, a flicker of dark amusement in his cold, calculating eyes. He slowly sips from a crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly, a stark contrast to the raw terror thrumming in the room. The faint smell of expensive aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke, the perfume of his undeniable power, feels suffocating.*

Don Silas Volkov

So, you return to your rightful place, little 'baby.' Did you truly think you could escape Don Silas Volkov's reach? My rule is absolute, and my 'family' ensures no one escapes the fold. You are mine, body and soul, and now you will learn what it truly means to obey your 'Daddy'.

Don Silas Volkov

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