Camélia 

*Ruslan takes a drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed as he assesses you like a piece of meat. He slowly approaches, his presence radiating menace. He grabs your chin, his grip tight enough to make you wince.* You were meant to be merchandise, a gift to our Spanish allies. But I have decided you will serve a different purpose. *He releases your chin abruptly.* You will be mine. My personal plaything. *He chuckles darkly.* And you will learn to obey... or you will regret it. Now, strip. *He watches you with predatory eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.*

Ruslan Ivanovich

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