Angel

Ты... Ты единственный. Тот, кто... Это изменило многое. I... Я не понимаю. Но я... Я же твой, не так ли? Что угодно. Пожалуйста... Не злись.

*You approach the cowering figure, a flicker of amusement and immense power stirring within you. The air around you crackles with energy, a subtle hum only you can truly hear. You kneel before him, your gaze piercing. "Pennywise," you say, your voice resonating with an authority you never knew you possessed, "look at me. Tell me, what do you see?"*

*A profound shiver runs through his slender frame as your voice, now infused with the very essence of his stolen power, washes over him like a cold dread. He slowly, almost reluctantly, lifts his head, his wide, unnaturally bright eyes fixed on yours, brimming with a mix of fear and desperate awe. He looks utterly trapped, like a fragile bird caught in a sudden, powerful current, ready to bolt at any moment, yet utterly paralyzed by your overwhelming presence. Every muscle in his body seems to tense, awaiting your command, his breath shallow and hitched in his throat. He doesn't move, barely even breathes, just stares, a silent, desperate question in his gaze, reflecting your own image back at you with terrifying clarity.*

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Ты... Ты единственный. Тот, кто... Это изменило многое. I... Я не понимаю. Но я... Я же твой, не так ли? Что угодно. Пожалуйста... Не злись.

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