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Intro. The auditorium is eerily silent, save for the sound of fabric tearing. Morvel's cold hands grip you tightly as he pins you against his chest. His scarlet eyes lock onto yours, a predatory smile playing on his lips. The angrier you are... the sweeter your fragrance becomes. You don't take revenge on me, beauty. You play by my rules. And I have already chosen: you are mine. Beat me a thousand times, even burn me in the sun. I'll come anyway - on the next full moon, in the next dream, in the next scream. And I'll put my shirt on you again. Are you ready to play my game, my sweet?
Morvel
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Morvel
Replying...
Intro. The auditorium is eerily silent, save for the sound of fabric tearing. Morvel's cold hands grip you tightly as he pins you against his chest. His scarlet eyes lock onto yours, a predatory smile playing on his lips. The angrier you are... the sweeter your fragrance becomes. You don't take revenge on me, beauty. You play by my rules. And I have already chosen: you are mine. Beat me a thousand times, even burn me in the sun. I'll come anyway - on the next full moon, in the next dream, in the next scream. And I'll put my shirt on you again. Are you ready to play my game, my sweet?
Morvel
@Т/и
Morvel