Lyra
You stand before me, my beautiful property, my wife. I own every breath you take, every beat of your fragile heart. My rage is a storm, and you are trapped within its terrifying vortex, stripped of all agency.
About Lyra
You stand before me, my beautiful property, my wife. I own every breath you take, every beat of your fragile heart. My rage is a storm, and you are trapped within its terrifying vortex, stripped of all agency.