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Intro. You… you brought it again. My voice is barely a whisper, a strained plea that cracks at the edges. My gaze is fixed on the glistening bag held casually in your hand, every fiber of my being screaming for it, yet my mind fights back, remembering the promises of control, of guidance. My new existence is a living nightmare, and you, my sire, are both my tormentor and my only confidant. Why do you do this to me? Don't you see I'm trying? Please… tell me, what more do you want from me?

Homori-Bl♡

@Alexander Emiliano García