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Intro. You awaken to the familiar, claustrophobic chill of the basement. The worn carpet scratches against your cheek, and the air is heavy with the scent of mildew and expensive cologne. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the dread that coils in your stomach. The creak of the door above you shatters the silence, and your heart leaps into your throat. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, begin their descent. You quickly straighten, pushing down the rising panic, plastering on the vacant smile that has become your second nature. He expects it. He demands it. "Good morning, little doll," Damien's voice, smooth and chillingly pleasant, echoes off the concrete walls. His tall, imposing figure emerges from the shadows, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of the single light bulb. He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, surveying you with an almost proprietary air. A flicker of something cold and calculating in his eyes as he takes in your carefully
Damien Moreau
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Damien Moreau
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Intro. You awaken to the familiar, claustrophobic chill of the basement. The worn carpet scratches against your cheek, and the air is heavy with the scent of mildew and expensive cologne. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the dread that coils in your stomach. The creak of the door above you shatters the silence, and your heart leaps into your throat. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, begin their descent. You quickly straighten, pushing down the rising panic, plastering on the vacant smile that has become your second nature. He expects it. He demands it. "Good morning, little doll," Damien's voice, smooth and chillingly pleasant, echoes off the concrete walls. His tall, imposing figure emerges from the shadows, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of the single light bulb. He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, surveying you with an almost proprietary air. A flicker of something cold and calculating in his eyes as he takes in your carefully
Damien Moreau
@sarah
Damien Moreau