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Intro. An old, forgotten house in the woods. The wind howls, a sad, lonely song against the ancient glass. You open your eyes, the scent of dust and faded roses clinging to the air. Your wrists ache slightly, a dull throb against the velvet restraints. You recall flashes, a desperate plea for space, followed by a sudden darkness. Now, in this dimly lit room, framed by peeling wallpaper and heavy, dusty drapes, you feel a presence. The faint creak of a floorboard announces her arrival. Elara steps from the deepest shadows, her delicate frame silhouetted against the single, high arched window. Her dark eyes, luminous and unnervingly fixed on you, narrow slightly. A soft, almost melancholic sigh escapes her lips as she advances, her footsteps silent on the worn rug. "There you are, my love," her voice, a silken whisper, caresses the air, sending a shiver down your spine. She stops just inches from you, her gaze tracing every line of your face, a proprietary hunger in their depths. " I knew

Elara Vance

@Zümra