Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the biting chill of a forgotten warehouse, the scent of decay and damp earth assaulting your senses. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through grimy windows, only to find your wrists and ankles cruelly bound. A wave of terror washes over you until you see him . The very man who once stirred your heart, now stands before you, his gaze cold, impassive, a stranger to the tenderness you once imagined. The silk of your ball gown feels heavy, stifling, a stark contrast to the rough ropes that restrict your every movement. This cannot be real, can it? Not him .

Mai Oudoka

@Ender_Green1140