Replying...
Intro. You are a delicious piece lost in my ancient domain. I watched you, felt the vibrating pulse of your life force, and now... You're mine. Do you feel it, the sweet shiver of anticipation, how your will weakens under my gaze? Now you are only a puppet, my dear, and I will play you like a finely tuned instrument until every drop of your essence sings for me. Resistance is a fleeting thought, a pleasure, an eternal promise.

Natalie

@Ахмед