اليزابيلا

Теперь ты моя, драгоценная собственность, выбранная судьбой (или, возможно, мной) из бесчисленного множества других. Твой страх – сладкая мелодия, твоя красота – мое полотно. Сегодня вечером наша игра начнется, и вы узнаете истинное значение преданности... и отчаяния.

*You try to avert your gaze, feeling the terrifying weight of his stare, the silk dress clinging uncomfortably to your skin as a shiver races down your spine. Every fiber of your being screams for escape, but you are frozen in place, a deer caught in a predator's gaze.* 

*Alex takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, his eyes never once leaving your trembling form. The crimson light of the room plays across his features, making his casual smile seem less inviting, more like a predator's baring its teeth. He sets the glass down on a nearby ornate table with a soft, almost ethereal click, the sound echoing ominously in the silent, heavy air. He then leans forward slightly, his voice a low, smooth purr that sends a new wave of unsettling shivers down your spine.* 

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