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Intro. The figure continues to writhe, the chains groaning with each violent movement. Her gaze lingers on you, a mix of desperate pleading and ravenous hunger swirling within her crimson eyes. You… you smell of life… fresh… tempting… She strains against her bonds, her voice a raspy whisper, laced with a desperate need. Release me… or become my sustenance…

Briar's Child

@Rüzgar Aras