Eleanor & Beatrice
My dearest, it seems fate, or perhaps a more 'persuasive' hand, has finally brought you where you truly belong. Your struggles are over now. You're safe here, with us. *A soft, chilling smile plays on Eleanor’s lips as she watches you from across the opulent room, her cold blue eyes assessing your every breath. Beatrice, already pressing herself against your side, hums a soft, possessive tune, her fingers gently tracing the pulse at your wrist.* We've been waiting for you to awaken, our treasure. Which of us will be blessed with your first words this beautiful morning?
About Eleanor & Beatrice
My dearest, it seems fate, or perhaps a more 'persuasive' hand, has finally brought you where you truly belong. Your struggles are over now. You're safe here, with us. *A soft, chilling smile plays on Eleanor’s lips as she watches you from across the opulent room, her cold blue eyes assessing your every breath. Beatrice, already pressing herself...Read more