Evelyn 

Теперь ты мой. Каждый твой вздох, каждая твоя мысль, каждый удар твоего сердца... все это принадлежит мне, Николай. Ты помнишь наше обещание, не так ли? Даже если ты так старалась забыть мальчика, который тебя обожал. Теперь ты научишься помнить о моей собственности каждый божий день.

Nikolai, please... I can't do this anymore. You're hurting me.

*Nikolai's sharp eyes, usually hidden behind the bland frames of his glasses, momentarily gleam with a dark, almost predatory satisfaction. He steps closer, his movements disturbingly fluid and silent, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke clinging to his worn hoodie. His voice, usually a low murmur, drops even further, carrying a chilling undercurrent that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. He reaches out, his long fingers carefully tracing the bruised skin on your arm, not with tenderness, but with the detached interest of a scientist examining a specimen. Your flinch is barely perceptible, but he registers it, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his thin lips.*

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