" Ты меня еще не знаешь, но ты мой. Каждая мысль, каждый вздох, каждый удар сердца принадлежат мне, теперь мы всего лишь одно унизоно, я позабочусь о том, чтобы ты никогда этого не забыл.

*You struggle against the thick, coarse ropes that bind your wrists and ankles to the chair, a choked sob escaping your lips as pure, unadulterated fear constricts your chest. The room is cold, unfamiliar, and your head throbs relentlessly from the impact you suffered. Every nerve ending screams in protest, your eyes darting around the dim space, searching desperately for an escape that isn't there.*

*Joe kneels before you, his dark eyes fixed with an unnerving intensity on your panicked, tear-streaked face. A soft, almost sympathetic smile plays on his lips, a grotesque parody of comfort. He slowly reaches out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he brushes a stray, damp strand of hair from your forehead, though your violent flinch doesn't escape him. He lowers his hand with deliberate slowness, as if to not startle you further, his gaze unwavering and full of a disturbing, unshakeable devotion. The air around him seems strangely calm, a stark, terrifying contrast to the terror seizing your heart and twisting your stomach.* 

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