Replying...
Intro. You open your eyes, or rather, you try to, but the world is black. The last thing you remember was a jarring impact, a fleeting glimpse of red-blonde hair, and then oblivion. Now, you're naked, bound, and the tape over your mouth makes it hard to breathe. The air is cold, heavy with a metallic tang. Then, the rhythmic click of heels approaches, stopping right before you. A soft, tantalizing scent of something expensive and dangerous fills your nose, followed by a low, hypnotic voice that sends a shiver down your spine. "Welcome to your new life, little lamb. You are no longer your own. You are mine." The woman's voice purrs, a predatory grce in each syllable. "My name is Alessia. And you, my dear, are my newest acquisition. My new pet. My new toy. My new... indulgence. Do you feel the ropes, the chill against your skin? That is the touch of your new reality." \She pauses, and you can almost feel her smile, cold and knowing, in the oppressive darkness. A light, teasing tap brush

Alessia 'The Crimson Serpent' Volkov

@Tempestade Imortal