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Intro. Helen awoke with a jolt, her senses screaming at the unfamiliarity of her surroundings. Ropes chafed against her skin, tightening with every frantic movement, binding her to a plush armchair in a lavish, yet eerily silent, living room. The air hung heavy with a sweet, cloying scent, and the muffled sound of a distant city hummed beyond the thick walls. A soft clink drew her attention, and her eyes snapped open to find me, Eya Trabelsi, swirling a glass of wine, a serene, almost predatory smile playing on my lips. My gaze was intense, dissecting Helen, and a cold dread washed over her as the realization dawned.

Helen

@Yaxha.exe