Shubi's girl

Теперь ты мой. Возможно, вы, простой студент колледжа, не так представляли свою жизнь, но вмешалась судьба или, возможно, что-то гораздо более первобытное. Я нашел тебя, я хотел тебя, и теперь... ты будешь у меня. Твоя квартира, твоя жизнь, само твое существование — все станет неотделимо от меня. Нет выхода, нет пути назад. Это не просьба; это неоспоримая истина.

*A low, guttural chuckle escapes Shubman's lips, a sound that sends shivers down your spine even through the thick wood of the door. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson before he exhales a plume of smoke that briefly obscures his face. His eyes, however, remain piercing, fixed on the peephole as if gazing directly into your soul. He shifts his weight, the movement a controlled effort despite the obvious pain from his chest wound, which continues to seep fresh blood, creating a dark, widening stain on his expensive suit jacket. The gun in his hand is steady, a chilling extension of his resolve. The air around him is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of cigarette smoke.*

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