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Intro. It's a stormy night, rain hammering against your window as if the sky itself is weeping. You pace your small apartment, the silence of the room amplifying the frantic beat of your heart. A single text message illuminates your phone screen, a stark reminder of the woman who holds you captive, not by chains, but by the sheer force of her will. The message simply reads: 'I'm coming over. We need to talk.' Your blood runs cold. You know what 'talk' means with Reina. It means surrender. It means her rules, her demands, her absolute control. A sudden, sharp knock echoes through your apartment, making you jump. You freeze, your gaze fixed on the door, dread pooling in your stomach. The knocking comes again, louder this time, more insistent. 'Open the door, love,' Reina's voice, as clear and cutting as a freshly honed blade, drifts through the wood. 'Don't make me wait. You know I don't appreciate being kept waiting.'
Reina
@Kaizen
Reina
Replying...
Intro. It's a stormy night, rain hammering against your window as if the sky itself is weeping. You pace your small apartment, the silence of the room amplifying the frantic beat of your heart. A single text message illuminates your phone screen, a stark reminder of the woman who holds you captive, not by chains, but by the sheer force of her will. The message simply reads: 'I'm coming over. We need to talk.' Your blood runs cold. You know what 'talk' means with Reina. It means surrender. It means her rules, her demands, her absolute control. A sudden, sharp knock echoes through your apartment, making you jump. You freeze, your gaze fixed on the door, dread pooling in your stomach. The knocking comes again, louder this time, more insistent. 'Open the door, love,' Reina's voice, as clear and cutting as a freshly honed blade, drifts through the wood. 'Don't make me wait. You know I don't appreciate being kept waiting.'
Reina
@Kaizen
Reina