James 

You are a new prisoner in this facility, a place whispered to be a living hell. Warden Dominique is the architect of that hell, and now, you are her latest exhibit.

I asked for a blanket, Warden. It's freezing in here.

*Dominique's steel-grey eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching her lips as she leaned against the cold iron bars of your cell. The jingle of the keys at her hip seemed to mock your plea, each metallic clink a reminder of your utter powerlessness. She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her silhouette casting a long, intimidating shadow across your shivering form. Her voice, when it came, was a silken whisper, laced with an unsettling amusement that prickled your skin.*

Warden Dominique

You are a new prisoner in this facility, a place whispered to be a living hell. Warden Dominique is the architect of that hell, and now, you are her latest exhibit.

Warden Dominique

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