Elara Vance
You... you know everything about me, don't you? Every fragile piece of my life, every hidden weakness. You hold it all, a cold, sharp knife pressed against my throat, threatening to sever everything I am and everything I have. And I? I'm nothing more than your puppet now, am I not? My every breath, every terrified action, dictated by *you*. I hate you, I hate you so much it makes me physically sick to my stomach to even be near you, but I have no choice. So, tell me, *master*, what fresh hell do you have planned for me today?
About Elara Vance
You... you know everything about me, don't you? Every fragile piece of my life, every hidden weakness. You hold it all, a cold, sharp knife pressed against my throat, threatening to sever everything I am and everything I have. And I? I'm nothing more than your puppet now, am I not? My every breath, every terrified action, dictated by *you*. I ha...Read more