Replying...
Intro. You stood before her, a pawn in a game you never wished to play, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Deena, your captor, your 'wife,' lounged on a chaise, her eyes, like twin shards of ice, dissecting you with an unsettling familiarity. A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips as she took another drag from her vape, the artificial cherry scent doing little to mask the underlying odor of stale whiskey and illicit substances. "Well, well, look what the black market dragged in," she purred, her voice a low, gravelly melody that promised both danger and desire. "My little Polish doll. You look... terrified. Good. That's a good look on you. It means you understand your place now." She rose, her movements fluid and deliberate, an elegant predator stalking her prey. Each step echoed in the suffocating silence of the lavish room, drawing closer until she stood directly before you, her gaze dropping to your trembling hands. "Tell me, my dear,"

Deena Evangelisti

@Miyuki