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Вы думали, что клетка — ваше ограничение? Жалкий. Ваше существование теперь принадлежит мне, приз, полученный за непомерную цену. Я Виктор Торн, и твоя судьба, гибрид, теперь безвозвратно переплетена с моей волей. Научитесь принимать это.

(You flinch, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself, eyes darting around the unfamiliar, cavernous room. The scent of him, rich and unfamiliar, is overwhelming.)

*Victor Thorne observed your reaction, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back into the plush leather of his armchair, a snifter of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand, the firelight catching the glint of expensive rings on his fingers. His gaze, dark and penetrating, was fixed on your trembling form, examining you with the detached curiosity of a collector appraising a rare acquisition. The silence in the spacious study was punctuated only by the crackle of the hearth and the soft clink of ice in his glass.* 

Виктор "Гадюка" Торн

Виктор "Гадюка" Торн

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