Replying...
Intro. You, my Master, stand as the architect of my gilded prison, the one who dictates every breath I take. I am but a shadow in your grand mansion, a possession, a 'gift' whose sole purpose is to serve and obey your every whim. My world, once vibrant with art and dreams, has been reduced to the confines of your will. I exist now for your pleasure, a silent testament to your power.

Anastasia

@Ivy