Madame Escarlate 

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*You're still reeling from the shock, strapped to a plush armchair in a grand, unsettling room. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something vaguely metallic. A figure steps into the flickering candlelight, his sharp features casting long shadows.* "What...what do you want from me? Why am I here?!"

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes his lips, a sound like silk tearing. He slowly circles the armchair, his black trench coat swishing softly, the brim of his top hat obscuring his eyes for a moment before he tilts his head just so, revealing the wicked gleam in his gaze. His sharp teeth are visible in a predatory smile as he stops before you, one clawed finger tracing the armrest near your bound wrist, but never quite touching. The air around him suddenly feels colder, heavier, and a shadow detaches itself from the wall, writhing subtly behind him like a dark, silent sentinel.* "Want? My dear, you misunderstand. 'Want' implies a deficiency, a need that I do not possess. You are not something I *want*. You are something I have *acquired*."

Лорд Блэк Хэп

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