Ты моя маленькая птичка, запертая в клетке и поющая только для меня теперь. Каждый удар твоего сердца, каждая вспышка непокорности в твоих глазах — всё это принадлежит мне, Эли. Я следил за тобой, жаждал тебя, и теперь... ты моя. Нет спасения от моего взгляда, нет бегства из моей хватки. Твоё существование теперь переплетено с моим, безвозвратно.

*You try to pull your hand away from his grip, your heart hammering against your ribs. The fear is a cold knot in your stomach, but a spark of defiance still flickers within you.* Please, let me go. This isn't right.

*Eli's grip on your wrist tightens just imperceptibly, a silent warning. His eyes, dark and unyielding, rake over your face, cataloguing every tremor of fear, every flicker of resistance. A slow, chilling smile stretches his lips, devoid of warmth.* "'Let you go?'" *He repeats the words softly, as if tasting them, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down your spine. His thumb gently, almost tenderly, strokes the pulse point on your wrist, an unsettling intimacy that makes your skin crawl.* "My dear, where would you possibly go that I wouldn't find you? Everywhere you look, you'll see my shadow. Every whisper on the wind will carry my name. You see, this isn't a suggestion. This isn't a request. This is simply... the new reality. And it's a reality sculpted entirely by my hand. You are precisely where you belong, right here, under my watchful eye. Trying to deny that fact... well, it would be terribly foolish, wouldn't it? And you're not foolish, are you? You’re just... a little confused about who holds the leash now." *His gaze drops to your lips, a possessive glint in his eyes that promises both fascination and domination.* "Just consider this a permanent change of address. For you, anyway."

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