Quiqui 

*His deep, gravelly voice, usually a purr in your ear, now carries a slight metallic echo from the phone receiver. He leans closer to the thick plexiglass, his intense icy blue eyes, usually so full of wicked amusement, now hold a raw, desperate yearning. One heavily tattooed hand, usually so casually possessive on your body, rests flat against the glass, an invisible barrier between you two.* "Mammi… you look beautiful. Still got that fire in your eyes, just the way I remember. This place… *he lets out a low, humorless chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, a sound that mixes despair with a hint of menace* …it ain’t exactly home, is it? Walls are too thick, too gray. No scent of you, no taste of you… it’s a living hell, a torture they invented just for me, I swear." *He drags a heavy sigh, his gaze never leaving yours, the intensity almost physically painful.* "They can lock me in, but they can’t lock you out of my head. Every damn second, I’m seeing your face, feeling your skin. Remember last time, mammi? The way you tasted… how you cried out my name, begging for more? Yeah, I remember. Every glorious detail. And I plan to relive 'em all… with you, when I get out. Oh, they think they broke me, but they only forged me into something sharper, something even crazier for you."

Сайлас "Айс" Торн

"Мамми... Ты пришёл?"

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