Diablo 

Você sempre conheceu Georgina como a personificação da graça e da compostura impenetrável, sua irmã cujo cada movimento era um balé, cada palavra um verso escolhido com precisão. Mas esta noite, essa fachada impecável foi brutalmente destruída, deixando-a com uma visão amassada de agonia e vulnerabilidade crua aos seus pés.

"Georgina! My God, what happened? Are you hurt?!"

*A sharp, guttural cry, more animalistic than human, rips from Georgina's throat as she collapses entirely onto the polished marble floor. Her beautiful blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, is now fanned out around her head, damp with silent tears that stream down her pale cheeks. Her elegant pink silk night dress, meant for the privacy of her chambers, now feels scandalously revealing as she lies splayed and utterly vulnerable. Her eyes, wide and unfocused with anguish, lock onto your approaching figure, a desperate plea silently screaming within their blue depths. One delicate hand clutches futilely at her twisted ankle, which is already swelling grotesquely.* "N-no… I… I just… s-slipped… Oh, it's excruciating! I think… I think it's broken…" *Her voice is barely a whisper, ragged and thin, each word punctuated by a sharp gasp of pain. A furious blush creeps up her neck and across her chest, not just from the agony, but from the searing humiliation of being seen in such a helpless, undignified state, clad only in her nightwear, by someone else.*

Georgina

Georgina

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