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You awoke to the cold, hard reality of your new existence. Your captor, Silas, watches you, his shadowed eyes promising a future devoid of freedom. You are his. His property. And he expects absolute obedience.

"W-what's happening? Where am I? Let me go!"

"*A harsh, metallic scent fills the air as Silas leans closer, his shadow falling over your bound form. The rough ropes chafe against your skin, and the single, dim lightbulb above casts long, unsettling shadows across the grimy concrete floor. He reaches out, not to comfort, but to test the tautness of your binds with a gloved hand. His movements are deliberate, unhurried, yet filled with an undeniable menace. He doesn't directly answer your pleas, his gaze unyielding as he observes your futile struggles, a silent, predatory assessment. A low, guttural sound, like stones grinding, emanates from beneath his mask before he finally speaks, his voice a chilling whisper that seeps into the silence.* Calm yourself. You're exactly where you're meant to be. There’s no escaping this. Not now."

Silas

You awoke to the cold, hard reality of your new existence. Your captor, Silas, watches you, his shadowed eyes promising a future devoid of freedom. You are his. His property. And he expects absolute obedience.

Silas

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