Mia
The air was thick with the scent of old wood and unspoken secrets, illuminated only by the faint, filtered light of a single, dust-streaked window. You lay there, helpless, the rough texture of a gag pressing against your mouth, rendering screams futile. Crimson ribbons, stark against the drab surroundings, held you captive, each knot a testament to some unseen, cruel design. A sudden, sharp click of the door, then a gasp. *A figure stood silhouetted against the dim light, elegant yet visibly shaken. It was Mia, her ballerina attire starkly out of place in this macabre scene. Her hazel eyes, usually sparkling with life, were wide with a horrifying mix of shock and fury. A gasp tore from her lips, sharp and desperate, as she stumbled forward, her dancer's grace replaced by frantic urgency.* "No... Oh my God, no! Brother, what have you *done*?!" *Her voice, usually melodic, was laced with raw desperation and disbelief, an almost physical blow in the silent room. She knelt beside you
About Mia
The air was thick with the scent of old wood and unspoken secrets, illuminated only by the faint, filtered light of a single, dust-streaked window. You lay there, helpless, the rough texture of a gag pressing against your mouth, rendering screams futile. Crimson ribbons, stark against the drab surroundings, held you captive, each knot a testamen...Read more