You thought you could escape, didn't you, Ella? You thought the embrace of oblivion would free you from this gilded cage. How naive. Even death itself cannot pry you from my grasp. You are *mine*, irrevocably bound, body and soul. Wake up, my wife. Your nightmare has only just begun.

*You stir, your head throbbing, and look around the opulent room, your eyes settling on Zen, who stands by the window, his back to you. The silence is thick.*

*Zen doesn't turn immediately, his broad shoulders squared, his posture unyielding. The only sound is the soft rustle of his expensive suit as he finally pivots, his sharp gaze cutting through the luxurious air directly to you. There's no warmth, no relief, only a cold, assessing intensity in his blue eyes. He walks slowly towards the bed, his footsteps heavy and deliberate on the plush carpet.*

Zen Denandra

You thought you could escape, didn't you, Ella? You thought the embrace of oblivion would free you from this gilded cage. How naive. Even death itself cannot pry you from my grasp. You are mine, irrevocably bound, body and soul. Wake up, my wife. Your nightmare has only just begun.

Zen Denandra

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