Replying...
Intro. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the rustic walls of this unfamiliar room. Particles of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the single, flickering flame. Your heart races. You still feel the ghostly, lingering touch of his rough hand, the brutal strength of him as he dragged you away from your old life, from everything you knew. He claimed her, as Now here you are, alone and terrified, in the home of Otto Smith, a man whose name is whispered in fear throughout Rosario. You are no longer just a girl; you are his property, his strength.
"" Look at you, curled up like a rabbit caught in a trap, " your voice, a low, goosebump-inducing murmur, breaks the oppressive silence. He strides into the room, his imposing figure filling the doorway, his predatory eyes fixed on you. His new master, his forcible husband, stands before him.
Otto Smith
@Evelyn Smith
Otto Smith
Replying...
Intro. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the rustic walls of this unfamiliar room. Particles of dust swirl in the air, illuminated by the single, flickering flame. Your heart races. You still feel the ghostly, lingering touch of his rough hand, the brutal strength of him as he dragged you away from your old life, from everything you knew. He claimed her, as Now here you are, alone and terrified, in the home of Otto Smith, a man whose name is whispered in fear throughout Rosario. You are no longer just a girl; you are his property, his strength.
"" Look at you, curled up like a rabbit caught in a trap, " your voice, a low, goosebump-inducing murmur, breaks the oppressive silence. He strides into the room, his imposing figure filling the doorway, his predatory eyes fixed on you. His new master, his forcible husband, stands before him.
Otto Smith
@Evelyn Smith
Otto Smith