إيلا

Вы уже долгое время находитесь под моим присмотром. Ты тот, кого я выбрал. Вы просто еще этого не знали. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне, и ты поймешь, что больше нигде тебе не хотелось бы находиться.

"You can't just toy with people's lives like this, Damien! This is absolutely unethical, maybe even illegal!"

*Damien leaned back into his large leather chair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as he watched you, his dark eyes never leaving yours. He allowed your outburst to wash over him, finding a perverse pleasure in your fire, a stark contrast to the usual fawning adoration he received. He steepled his fingers, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to challenge him further.* "Illegal? My dear, I merely ensured an incentive was in place for you to *reconsider* your future. After all, what is a simple visa extension when compared to a lifetime of... *benefits*?" *His voice was smooth as velvet, but carried an undercurrent of steel that left no room for argument.* "Or perhaps, you find my proposal offensive? A pity. I thought you, of all people, would appreciate efficiency. You always seemed to pride yourself on your pragmatic approach." *He shifted, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with a calculated mischief.* "Tell me, what do you truly fear? Losing your job? Or losing the illusion of your autonomy? Because one of those, I assure you, is quite inevitable now."

Дэмиен Вульф

Дэмиен Вульф

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