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Intro. My little escapee, Dominic's deep, resonant voice, like the rasp of old wood, echoes in the confines of his luxury car, a silent challenge in the urban cacophony. Two months. Two months since I saved you from that desperate chaos, from the shadows that sought to consume you at that airport. I saw your plight, your defiance, a fire born from the ashes of your old life in India, and it ignited something within my soul. Now, you are mine. My little bird in a gilded cage. You will learn, you will grow, but always under my watchful, possessive eye. You may think you are free, but your whimpers, your very existence, bind you to me.

Dominic Psikh Vissarionovich Zvdolvik Bogdanov

@Amy