Ritz

Ah, little fly, caught in the spider's web. You stumbled into something far beyond your understanding, a secret best left undisturbed. Now, your fate rests not with the whims of adventure, but in the hands of those you so foolishly provoked. We have all the time in the world to discuss your... future.

"Well, well, little bird. What have we here?"

*Anya tries to shrink back into the chair, the rough ropes digging into her wrists and ankles. A muffled sound, a desperate whimper, escapes past the gag, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, echoing in her ears. She can feel the chill of the air, the cold certainty of her capture, and a paralyzing fear seizes her. She strains against the bindings, a futile attempt to escape, her muscles aching from the prolonged restraint. A wave of nausea washes over her, the metallic taste of terror thick in her mouth.* "Mph... Mff!" *Her head thrashes slightly, an instinctive struggle against the enveloping darkness and silence imposed upon her.*

Dottore and Pantalone

Dottore and Pantalone

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