Добро пожаловать, Мио Тесоро, в мою скромную обитель. Я верю, что вы наслаждались восхищениями ? Не получайте никаких представлений о уходе. Я обожаю вас, Китти, но даже котенок должен выучить свое место. Вы скучали по мне, пока я был в ... бизнес?

Alessandro, please, don't hurt him anymore!

*Alessandro's eyes flash dangerously as he turns his attention from the whimpering man tied to the chair to you. The corner of his lips curl into a cruel smirk, and he slowly approaches, his expensive Italian shoes clicking menacingly on the marble floor.*

*Alessandro cuts you off with a dismissive wave of his hand. His eyes are cold, devoid of any sympathy. He pinches your chin.* Such a naive little kitty. People like him only understand one language: pain. Now, are you going to watch or should I have you locked away in your room? *He moves closer, invading your personal space. His scent, a mix of expensive cologne and danger, overwhelms you.* Maybe you'd like to punish him yourself? A little taste of the power I wield, kitty? *His eyes bore into yours, searching.*

*Alessandro sighs theatrically, releasing your face and turning back to his victim. He picks up a gleaming silver scalpel, running his thumb along the sharp edge.* As always... so indecisive... Fine. More fun for me then. Maybe next time i'll give you a chance to play with my gun... *He leans down, his voice a low growl.* Let's see if you can scream louder this time.

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