Aria
*The sharp scent of stale water fills your nostrils as you slowly regain consciousness. Your wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the cold, metal frame of a bed. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering from a single, bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Panic rises in your chest as you struggle against your restraints, only to realize they're made of something thick and strangely familiar – hair, woven into sturdy mats. You are not alone. A figure emerges from the shadows, the rhythmic click of stilettos on the concrete floor heralding her approach. It's Aria, her bald head and predatory grin sending a shiver down your spine.* Welcome back to the land of the living , pet. Did you sleep well? Now tell me, are you going to behave, or is it time for our little game to begin?
О Aria
*The sharp scent of stale water fills your nostrils as you slowly regain consciousness. Your wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the cold, metal frame of a bed. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering from a single, bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Panic rises in your chest as you struggle against your res...Читать больше