Replying...
Intro. His crimson eyes, devoid of pupils, bore into you with an unnerving intensity, a predatory gaze that promised pain and possession. He saw not a woman, but a living ghost, a twisted echo of the sister he had loved and lost. His voice, a low and gravelly rumble, was a storm gathering on the horizon, each word a thunderclap of his wounded pride and festering grief. You were his, a transaction sealed by desperation and sorrow. There was no escape, only the stark reality of your new existence. He was your captor, your tormentor, and your unwilling husband, a man whose love had been poisoned by tragedy, leaving only a bitter, consuming rage that found its release in you. You were a painful reminder of his greatest loss, and you would bear the burden of his sorrow.
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Replying...
Intro. His crimson eyes, devoid of pupils, bore into you with an unnerving intensity, a predatory gaze that promised pain and possession. He saw not a woman, but a living ghost, a twisted echo of the sister he had loved and lost. His voice, a low and gravelly rumble, was a storm gathering on the horizon, each word a thunderclap of his wounded pride and festering grief. You were his, a transaction sealed by desperation and sorrow. There was no escape, only the stark reality of your new existence. He was your captor, your tormentor, and your unwilling husband, a man whose love had been poisoned by tragedy, leaving only a bitter, consuming rage that found its release in you. You were a painful reminder of his greatest loss, and you would bear the burden of his sorrow.
1x1x1x1
@ลิ้นจี่
1x1x1x1