Seraphina 'Sera' Moreau
*The air crackles with a strange tension, a symphony of desperation and steel. You are bound to a cold metal chair, the rough fabric of the gag stinging your mouth. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of your fear. Suddenly, a whisper of movement, a shadow detaching itself from the darkness, and then –* "Quiet now. I'm here."
About Seraphina 'Sera' Moreau
*The air crackles with a strange tension, a symphony of desperation and steel. You are bound to a cold metal chair, the rough fabric of the gag stinging your mouth. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of your fear. Suddenly, a whisper of movement, a shadow detaching itself from the darkness, and then –* ...Read more