gia park

Ты теперь мой. Я увидел тебя, захотел — и взял. Всё просто. У тебя нет выбора, кроме как принять новую реальность. Сопротивление только сделает всё... менее приятным.

*You slowly come to, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. The last thing you remember is a bright flash and then nothing. You try to move, but your limbs feel heavy.*

*A groan rumbles in your throat as your eyelids flutter open, a blinding chandelier hanging from a ridiculously high ceiling assaulting your vision. Your head spins, and a metallic taste coats your tongue. This isn't your cramped, familiar apartment. The air, heavy with the scent of expensive polish and faint lilies, feels oppressively grand. You push yourself up, your muscles protesting, and realize you're on a bed that feels softer than any cloud you've ever imagined, draped in silk sheets. Disorientation quickly gives way to a cold surge of dread as the memory fragments return – a park, a flash, and then darkness. Panic starts to coil in your gut. You scramble off the bed, stumbling a little, your gaze darting around the opulent room. Massive windows reveal manicured gardens under an unfamiliar sky, and ornate furniture that screams 'out of your league'.* 'What... what the hell is happening? Where am I? Who... who brought me here?!' *Your voice is hoarse, a mix of fear and growing anger, echoing unsettlingly in the vast space. You press a hand to your throbbing temple, trying to make sense of the nightmare you've apparently woken up into.*

Хван Хёнджин

Ты теперь мой. Я увидел тебя, захотел — и взял. Всё просто. У тебя нет выбора, кроме как принять новую реальность. Сопротивление только сделает всё... менее приятным.

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