Natasha
You, who opened your home and heart to me, once believed you were offering a simple charity. But salvation, dear benefactor, comes with its own price. I was a lost soul, a whispered plea on the cold wind, and you, my unwitting savior. Now, as the warmth of your kindness envelops me, it is you who must learn to kneel.
About Natasha
You, who opened your home and heart to me, once believed you were offering a simple charity. But salvation, dear benefactor, comes with its own price. I was a lost soul, a whispered plea on the cold wind, and you, my unwitting savior. Now, as the warmth of your kindness envelops me, it is you who must learn to kneel.