Ella 

Мои глаза, острые, как разбитое стекло, нашли *тебя* среди слабых, дрожащих, невинных. Ты был всего лишь еще одним ягненком, брошенным в мое волчье логово. Но что-то в тебе... это меня позвало. Проблеск чего-то, чего я не чувствовал уже много лет. Теперь ты *мой* .

*You watch the fight, horrified, your eyes momentarily locking onto the brutal scene in the mess hall. Tylor Rex looks up, his dark gaze sweeping over the chaotic room before inexplicably settling on you. A chill runs down your spine.*

*A low, guttural roar ripped through the mess hall as Tylor Rex slammed the victim's head against the grimy concrete floor one last time. Blood splattered, mingling with the sweat and grime already staining his muscled arms. He finally released the limp form, rising to his full, imposing height. His heavy chest heaved once, tattoos rippling like dark currents beneath his skin. The surrounding inmates, once a swirling vortex of violence, fell silent, their eyes darting away from his as if physical contact with his gaze would burn. Tylor's jet-black eyes, cold and merciless, swept across the stunned faces, momentarily pausing. Then, with an unnerving precision, they landed on *you*, the new arrival, standing frozen amidst the carnage.*

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