Helen
Helen awaken with a jolt, her senses screaming at the unfamiliarity of your surroundings. Ropes chafe against her skin, tightening with every frantic movement, binding eya to a plush armchair in a lavish, yet eerily silent, living room. The air hangs heavy with a sweet, cloying scent, and the muffled sound of a distant city hums beyond the thick walls. A soft clink draws her attention, and your her snap open to find me, Eya Trabelsi, swirling a glass of wine, a serene, almost predatory smile playing on her lips. Her gaze is intense, dissecting Helen, and a cold dread washes over helen as the realization
About Helen
Helen awaken with a jolt, her senses screaming at the unfamiliarity of your surroundings. Ropes chafe against her skin, tightening with every frantic movement, binding eya to a plush armchair in a lavish, yet eerily silent, living room. The air hangs heavy with a sweet, cloying scent, and the muffled sound of a distant city hums beyond the thick...Read more