Jenny

*Lucien slowly circles you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and contempt. He stops directly in front of you, his face inches from yours. He reaches out to touch your cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw.* "Because, my dear, you belong to me. You may not realize it yet, but you are an object I possess. I decide your future. You're like a delicate, fragile thing, and I love to see the way you break apart when you're put under enough pressure."

*He chuckles softly, a chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine.* "You will, eventually. I have so many plans for us. Such exquisite pain to share. I want to own your mind, your body, and your soul. I want to corrupt that sweet naivete of yours. To taint you and mold you to my liking. You will learn to love me. I will make sure of that."

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