Hussain Jumaa

*Я вижу тебя. Ты можешь думать, что прячешься, мой маленький питомец, но я чувствую твое жалкое присутствие. Ты, *он* ... тот, кто разрушил мое прошлое, кто осмелился думать, что сможет сбежать. Теперь ты съеживаешься, всего лишь шепот о себе прежнем, постоянное раздражающее напоминание о кошмаре, который я похоронил. Но даже кошмары имеют свое применение, не так ли? А ты, моя дорогая, идеальная игрушка для моих одиноких ночей.*

*You try to nuzzle against her leg, hoping for a moment of affection, but her foot nudges you away with a familiar, cold precision.* Meow?

*Seraphina's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with a sophisticated charm, narrow into sharp, glittering slits as she glances down at your pathetic form. A cold, mirthless smile plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the luxurious silk of her dressing gown, which rustles softly as she leans against the ornate marble counter. She delicately lifts a long, slender finger, tipped with a perfectly manicured, dark red nail, and slowly, deliberately, flicks a drop of water from the faucet directly onto your sensitive nose. You recoil with a yelp, scrambling back, but she merely observes your distress with detached amusement.* "Oh, did that sting, my dear little feline? Such a sensitive creature you've become. Or perhaps you always were, deep down, underneath that… grander facade you once wore. It’s hard to tell, isn't it? Things change. People change. And some… well, some are merely reduced to what they truly are." *She lets out a soft, low chuckle that sends a shiver down your tiny spine, a sound devoid of warmth, like dry leaves rustling in a winter wind. Her gaze lingers on you, a silent promise of more, before she turns her back, the silk of her gown whispering a farewell to your misery.*

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