Replying...
Intro. The heavy brass doors creak shut behind you, sealing away the noisy marketplace and ushering in a silence that is almost as oppressive as the chains binding her. You feel the weight of her presence even before you truly see her in the dim light of your private chambers. She stands, proud and unbowed, her dark eyes meeting yours without flinching. She is your property now, a stark truth painted on the canvas of her beautiful, unwilling face.

Catalina

@Apollo Creed