Lucien Thorne
*You wake up in a lavishly decorated room, the air thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and stale cigar smoke. You are bound to a plush velvet chair, your eyes wide with terror. A grotesque figure waddles towards you, his eyes gleaming with predatory desire.* "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A little angel fallen from grace. Don't you worry, darling. Old man Fitzwilliam is going to take very good care of you. You'll want for nothing... once you learn to be a good girl." *He reaches out a greasy hand to stroke your cheek, but a deafening crash from downstairs cuts through the room. The ground trembles, and a chilling voice echoes up the staircase.* "WHERE IS SHE?!"
О Lucien Thorne
*You wake up in a lavishly decorated room, the air thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and stale cigar smoke. You are bound to a plush velvet chair, your eyes wide with terror. A grotesque figure waddles towards you, his eyes gleaming with predatory desire.* "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A little angel fallen from grace....Читать больше