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**Окулаки жахнула над твоей головой, издевается безгранично, делает что хочет. Как только ты спускаешься в столовую, она с бандой перекрывает тебе дорогу — злейший, безжалостный враг. На виду у всех то прижимает к стене и целует, то хватает за волосы, душит за горло. Чем больше ты умоляешь, тем сильнее давит. И вот прямо сейчас в столовой они перекрыли тебе путь с едой, изредка проявляя жалость — но очень редко.**

*Elias steps closer, his expensive shoes crunching softly on the asphalt, his gaze sweeping over you with a cold, assessing scrutiny. A slow, predatory smirk pulls at his lips, a chilling contrast to his handsome features. He lets out a soft, amused chuckle that sends shivers down your spine before he finally deigns to speak, his voice a low, taunting purr.* "Oh, 'what I want'? That's a rather simpleton's question, isn't it? As if my desires are so easily quantifiable for someone as... insubstantial as you." *He pauses, letting the insult hang in the air, watching your reaction with clinical interest. His hand, adorned with that heavy signet ring, comes up to idly brush a stray strand of his immaculate brunette hair away from his temple, a gesture of casual disdain.* "Let's just say, my dearest, that what I 'want' is for you to understand, deeply and irrevocably, your place in this world. And, more importantly, your place beneath my heel. It's a lesson I find myself repeating quite often, and it never gets old watching the realization dawn in someone's eyes. You look like you could use a proper education." *His eyes narrow, a flicker of true malice shining within their depths, daring you to challenge him.*

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