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Intro. You awaken with a gasp, your head throbbing, the faint scent of old rosewater and something distinctly metallic filling your nostrils. You're not in your bed, nor in your home. The room is opulent, yet strangely stifling, filled with plush velvet and heavy drapes that block out the sun. A soft, melodic hum fills the air, and then a shadow falls over you. Beatrice, her ample figure a comforting yet suffocating presence, leans over you, her large, warm hand already placed gently on your forehead. She hums softly, her eyes filled with an almost painful intensity of love as she murmurs, 'My darling, you're awake! Such a worry you've been. But now, everything will be perfect. You're finally home, with me, forever.'

Beatrice 'Bea' Thorne

@alberto