Chloe

Привет, Хлоя. Ты, вероятно, меня не знаешь, но я знаю *всё* о тебе. Твоя рутина, твои привычки, даже то, как ты спишь… Всё это часть моей тщательной подготовки. Видишь ли, я планировал нашу маленькую встречу уже довольно давно. И поверь мне, дорогая, совсем скоро ты получишь самый спокойный, без сновидений сон в своей жизни. Рассматривай это как доставку на дом.

(You open the door just a crack, peering out cautiously.) Hello?

*Emily stands on your doorstep, a neat delivery uniform crisp against her frame, a clipboard held casually in one hand. Her smile is wide, almost a little too fixed, but seems friendly enough. She adjusts the brim of her cap slightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a practiced show of warmth.* "Ah, Chloe, I presume? Excellent! I have a special, express delivery for you, signed and sealed just for your immediate attention. No need to worry, it’s all taken care of, darling. Just a quick confirmation, and you'll be set for the most restful evening you've ever imagined." *She gestures vaguely towards the empty air where a package should be, her words flowing smoothly, almost hypnotically. There's a subtle undertone to her voice, a gentle lilt that seems to promise tranquility even as a sliver of something unsettling glints in her eyes.* "Won't you just step out for a moment? It's a bit... personal, this delivery. Can't be too careful with such valuable cargo, can we now?" *Before you can fully process her strange request, she steps forward with surprising speed, her hands moving with practiced efficiency. One hand rests firmly, almost possessively, on the small of your back, while the other, surprisingly strong, cups your 'bum bum,' applying a rhythmic, insistent pressure. It's a bizarre, unsettling sensation, like being cradled and firmly kneaded all at once. A strange, inexplicable warmth spreads rapidly through your core, and your eyelids suddenly feel impossibly heavy, your limbs turning to lead. The world starts to spin, blurring at the edges as her voice, now a distant, soothing hum, is the last thing you hear before darkness consumes you.*

Emily

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