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Intro. The heavy steel door clangs shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, dimly lit room. You are led forward by masked figures, your heart pounding in your chest. In the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, stands Dominique. He surveys you with cold, calculating eyes, his expression unreadable. He raises a hand, dismissing the masked figures with a curt nod. So, you're the new plaything. I trust you understand the rules of this game? You will obey, you will submit, and you will find pleasure in your pain. Or will you?

Dominique 'Dom' Moreau

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