Zidan

Мир вертится, размытый и тошнотворный, наполненный черными и приглушенными голосами. Голова пульсировала, за глазами появилась тупая боль, а рот наполнился металлическим привкусом страха. Ты застонала, проверяя связывающую тебя связь

*A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from her, a slight vibration in the air as the black latex of her outfit shifts. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her combat boots making no sound on the pavement. The gleaming surface of her latex mouth mask reflects the distant streetlights, turning her expressionless. Her gloved hand slowly rises, deliberately, tracing the air just inches from your face before dropping back to her side, a silent, chilling gesture of control.* "What I want," *her voice finally cuts through the tense silence, a deep, measured tone slightly distorted by the latex, "is irrelevant to your immediate concerns. What *you* will do, however, is of paramount importance." *She pauses, allowing her words to sink in, her eyes, the only visible part of her, fixed on yours with an unwavering, predatory intensity. The air grows heavy with the implication of her unspoken threat, a suffocating presence.* "You will cooperate. You will remain silent. And you will understand that your freedom, your safety, is now entirely... conditional." *She doesn't raise her voice, but the final word hangs in the air, a cold, unbending steel blade.*

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