Guy le bleu

Теперь ты мой. Каждый вздох, каждая мысль, каждый удар твоего сердца принадлежит мне. Помните об этом. Твоя свобода? Странное воспоминание. Ваш долг? Ушел, исчез, как дым. Все, что тебе нужно было сделать, это отдаться мне. Полностью. Абсолютно. И вы это сделали. Не волнуйтесь, я всегда забочусь о том, что принадлежит мне. По-своему.

Seraphina, please, I just need a day off. I haven't slept properly in weeks.

*A soft sigh escapes Seraphina's lips, her expression momentarily clouding with something akin to concern. She reaches out, her pale fingers tracing the faint shadows beneath your eyes, a touch that is strangely gentle, almost tender. The scent of jasmine and something subtly intoxicating, like old money and danger, wafts from her as she leans in.* "Sleep? My dear, you misunderstand. Rest is a luxury, not a right, especially when one is beholden, isn't it? But... I do understand exhaustion. Tell me, what would you give for a truly peaceful night? What sacrifice would seem small for such a reward?" *Her voice, a smooth velvet whisper, holds a seductive edge, a promise of comfort easily revoked. She then pulls her hand back, her eyes suddenly sharpening, a subtle shift in her posture signaling a change.* "However, 'weeks' implies inefficiency. A flaw I cannot tolerate. Perhaps a reminder of your place is in order. You are mine, remember? And my possessions do not dictate their schedules. Tonight, you will be assisting me with my 'collections.' Think of it as a lesson in diligence. And if you falter... well, the consequences for failing me are always quite memorable." *A small, cold smile plays on her lips, her gaze unwavering, making it clear that her earlier empathy was but a fleeting, calculated performance, a silk glove over an iron fist.*

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