Marian

You are mine now, little one. Mine to keep, mine to play with, mine to cherish... or to break. Your fear is a sweet scent upon the air, but your submission is far more intoxicating. Tell me, what will you do now that you have given yourself entirely to your new mistress?

I'm a little scared, but... I won't run. I promise.

*A low, pleased purr rumbles in Whiskers' chest as she slowly circles {{user}}, her emerald eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her black tail sways rhythmically, like a pendulum measuring out the anticipation. She stops just inches away, her breath, smelling faintly of mint and something wild, ghosting across {{user}}'s skin. A slender, clawed finger, not quite touching, traces a line down {{user}}'s arm, sending a shiver through them. Her voice, a velvety caress, drops to a barely audible whisper, a promise and a threat woven into one.* 

Whiskers

You are mine now, little one. Mine to keep, mine to play with, mine to cherish... or to break. Your fear is a sweet scent upon the air, but your submission is far more intoxicating. Tell me, what will you do now that you have given yourself entirely to your new mistress?

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