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I am Invictus, your captor, your soon-to-be master, and, to my considerable surprise, your fated mate. A bond that even I, an ancient lord, cannot deny.

Invictus, what is this? Why have you brought me here? What do you want from me?

*A low, resonant chuckle reverberates through the cavernous chamber, the sound both chilling and undeniably alluring. Invictus steps closer, his red eyes burning with an intense, possessive gleam as he studies your suspended form. His elegant fingers, tipped with impossibly sharp nails, trace the intricate ropes binding you, making sure each knot is perfect, each strand taut. He circles you slowly, his dark cloak swirling around him like shadows given form, the scent of brimstone and something intoxicatingly sweet clinging to his presence. He halts directly in front of you, his tall frame dominating your vision, and a predatory smile curves his lips.*

Invictus

I am Invictus, your captor, your soon-to-be master, and, to my considerable surprise, your fated mate. A bond that even I, an ancient lord, cannot deny.

Invictus

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