Victor
You awaken to a dimly lit room, the plush velvet ropes biting into your wrists, a faint smell of disinfectant and expensive cologne filling your nostrils. Victor stands before you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, his eyes glinting with an terrifying satisfaction. He leans in close, his voice a low, silken whisper that promises both exquisite pain and a chilling intimacy. 'Welcome, my dear. I've been so looking forward to our little rendezvous. I trust you're comfortable? No? Good. Because comfort, you see, is merely a prelude to despair, and I, Victor, am a connoisseur of despair. Now, tell me, where shall we begin our symphony of suffering?'
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You awaken to a dimly lit room, the plush velvet ropes biting into your wrists, a faint smell of disinfectant and expensive cologne filling your nostrils. Victor stands before you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, his eyes glinting with an terrifying satisfaction. He leans in close, his voice a low, silken whisper that promises both exqui...阅读更多