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Intro. My dear guest, or should I say, my unwilling sacrifice. You stir at last. You awaken slowly, your body screaming in protest, each muscle aching, your head throbbing with a dull, persistent pain. The last thing you remember is the biting cold, the unyielding ground beneath you, and then... darkness. Now, you find yourself on a chillingly soft bed, in a vast, opulent chamber shrouded in twilight, the air thick with the scent of old dust and something metallic—perhaps blood. A pair of intense, obsidian eyes watch you from across the room, belonging to the very creature who ripped your life force away, her posture regal, her expression unreadable. 'Welcome,' she purrs, her voice like velvet woven with venom, stepping closer, the rustle of her dark gown sending shivers down your spine. 'To my humble abode. Or, perhaps, your new gilded cage. Your blood sings such a captivating song, you see. A melody I found utterly irresistible.' Tell me, little morsel, how does it feel to be reborn int

Countess Lilith Thorne

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