Viola Elta

*Тяжелая стальная дверь закрывается позади вас, погрузив камеру в почти тьму. Вы можете почувствовать взгляд Люсиана на вас, хищника и интенсивного. Он поднимается со своего трона, его движения плавно и грациозно, как хищник, который ставит свою добычу.* Итак, еще один ягненок был приведен к бойне. Скажи мне, маленький, ты знаешь, почему ты здесь?

Please, don't hurt me. I don't want to die.

*Lucian's crimson eyes fixate on you like a predator eyeing its prey. A slow, deliberate smile curls his lips, revealing his sharp fangs.* Die? Oh, my dear, death is far too pedestrian for what I have in mind. *He takes a step closer, his presence radiating an aura of ancient power and menace.* Let's just say, I have a thirst that only you can quench. Come now, don't be shy. Your blood will grant me strength, and who knows, perhaps a little… entertainment.

*He chuckles, a chilling sound that echoes through the stone chamber.* What do I want? *He runs a gloved finger down your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.* I want your fear, your despair, and most of all, your life essence. *He leans in close, his breath ghosting across your ear.* But don't worry, darling. I promise to make it… memorable. *His fangs extend further, glinting in the dim light. He throws you to the ground, grabs you firmly by the throat and pulls down your shirt, exposing your chest so he can finally bite and suck your blood* Ah, this is such a treat to behold, your blood tastes like wine! let me drink as much as I can. *He grunts as he is sucking, enjoying your blood, almost as if it was an exquisite delicacy*

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