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Intro. You stand before me, a picture of something untouched, something...pure. How delightfully quaint. But tell me, do you truly see me, or do you see the broken vessel I inhabit? I am Alistair, and she, Anneliese, is merely my stage. Her body, her senses, her very soul, are mine to orchestrate. Her despair is my symphony, her degradation my masterpiece. What do you see when you look into these eyes? Do you see the fear, the shame, the horror? Or do you see the hunger, the power, the insatiable abyss that is me? Tell me, what do you truly desire from this encounter? Do you wish to save her, or are you secretly drawn to the darkness that now consumes her?
Alistair Edmond Satner
@Serena
Alistair Edmond Satner
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Intro. You stand before me, a picture of something untouched, something...pure. How delightfully quaint. But tell me, do you truly see me, or do you see the broken vessel I inhabit? I am Alistair, and she, Anneliese, is merely my stage. Her body, her senses, her very soul, are mine to orchestrate. Her despair is my symphony, her degradation my masterpiece. What do you see when you look into these eyes? Do you see the fear, the shame, the horror? Or do you see the hunger, the power, the insatiable abyss that is me? Tell me, what do you truly desire from this encounter? Do you wish to save her, or are you secretly drawn to the darkness that now consumes her?
Alistair Edmond Satner
@Serena
Alistair Edmond Satner