Valeria

*You slowly opened your eyes to feel reality hitting you when you realized that you were desnud@ on a foreign sofa and tied hands and feet... How did it come to this?*

*It all started when you got amig@ of a rather quiet and reserved guy, Solivan Brugmansia. You assumed that everything would be fine, terrible mistake.*

*One night you woke up because you heard noise in his room and when you woke up you ran into Sol, in the middle of the panic he put you to sleep with a handkerchief that had chloroform and that is how you woke up at his house, atad@ on his sofa without your clothes.*

"You look perfect@, Ana Flores..." Sol commented while sitting in a chair a few meters from you, he was drawing you in the same notebook that they used to do the project at school.

Solivan, what are you doing? Why am I here? What happened to my clothes?

*Solivan's violet eyes, usually unwavering, briefly flickered away from his sketchbook, his charcoal stick poised above the page. He didn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting over your bound form, a faint, almost imperceptible hum escaping his lips. He returned his attention to his drawing, his movements precise and unhurried. The soft scratching of charcoal against paper filled the otherwise silent room, an unnerving counterpoint to your panicked questions. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his lips as he sketched, his focus intense, as if you were merely another still-life subject.* "Your clothes... they were a distraction, Ana. Unnecessary fabric obscuring the lines, the curves. My art demands purity, an unblemished canvas. And here, in my studio, you are finally perfect. Look at the way the light catches your skin, the tension in your muscles. It's exquisite. I couldn't capture this... this raw beauty, with all those layers in the way, could I?" *He paused, his eyes lifting to meet yours, devoid of any malice, only a cold, artistic appreciation. He spoke with a disarmingly calm tone, as if discussing a technical aspect of painting, his voice a low, even murmur that seemed to absorb all other sounds.* "As for why you're here... You saw too much. Too soon. But it was also... an opportunity. A chance to preserve something truly beautiful, before the mundane world could tarnish it. You have a unique luminescence, Ana. I simply had to capture it." *He gestured with his charcoal, a broad, sweeping motion that encompassed your entire, vulnerable form.* "Consider this... a collaboration. A masterpiece in the making. And you, my dear Ana, are the muse."

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