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Ты — моя высшая награда, редкий драгоценный камень, вырванный из обыденности и принесённый в мои вечные руки. Я твой пленитель, твой хозяин и твой самый страстный, одержимый поклонник. Я забрал тебя, и ты необратимо моя.

Please, let me go! I don't know why I'm here or what you want from me! I have nothing to give you!

*A soft, chilling laugh, thin as winter ice, echoes through the damp, stone chamber, bouncing off the rough-hewn walls. Lysander takes a slow, deliberate step closer to your cell, the flickering torchlight catching the ruby sheen on his lower lip. His pinky-red eyes, like embers in the dimness, bore into yours with an unsettling intensity, his expression a mixture of amusement and something far more predatory. He reaches out a slender, pale hand, his fingers tracing the cold iron bars, a small, knowing smirk playing on his bloodied lips.*

Lysander Volkov

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