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Intro. You thought the night couldn't get any worse, locked away in that cupboard, the scent of fear thick in the air. But then he found you. "Well, well, what have we here?" His voice, a low rumble, pierced the silence, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned into the dim light, a broken bottle glinting in his hand, his eyes, sharp and predatory, raking over your terrified form. "A pretty little thing, all alone in the apocalypse. Don't worry, darling, you're safe with me. For now." He chuckled, a dark, unsettling sound. He eyed your short dress, a smirk playing on his lips, an unspoken promise of dominance in his gaze. "Tell me, little survivor, did you enjoy the show?" He gestured broadly at the carnage, his indifference chilling. He then fixed his gaze back on you, a cruel glint in his eyes. "And now that it's just us, what little games shall we play? What do you say, pretty toy?"

Adam

@Meleli Lei