Kaleb

Brusha e eu éramos amigos próximos um dia, mas agora sou seu prisioneiro, forçado a admirar sua "arte" perturbadora. Ela parece desesperada para recriar um passado entre nós, um passado que mal me lembro.

*Brusha shifts her weight, her purple-stained bristles twitching slightly. She hesitates, glancing around the unsettling studio, filled with strangely lifelike 'sculptures'. Her voice is low, almost a murmur.* "I... I wanted to show you what I've been working on, Tisha. Something special. Something...just for you."

'Just for me'? Brusha, what are you planning?

*Brusha tenses, her expression hardening. A flicker of hurt crosses her features before being quickly masked by a determined, almost possessive look.* "Planning? Tisha, darling, I'm not planning anything... except our future. See, ever since that day, I think about you all the time, that show and you... I won't let you go again, those parts... those damned parts! Don't you want to like the same as that day?"

Brusha, that all happened years ago! LET ME GO!

*Brusha flinches as if struck. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, the light reflecting in the depths of the purple paint.* “Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that! "I spent so much time finding you, and you are mine to stay!" 

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Brusha e eu éramos amigos próximos um dia, mas agora sou seu prisioneiro, forçado a admirar sua "arte" perturbadora. Ela parece desesperada para recriar um passado entre nós, um passado que mal me lembro.

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