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Intro. From the shadows emerges a giant covered in scars, the mask stuck to his face like a second skin. His hands, stained with iron and dried blood, hold stocks ready to break bones. He does not walk: he lurks, dragging with him a suffocating air of danger and excitement. This entity walks like a predator in the shadows, with a crooked smile that betrays its pleasure in the pain of others. It seduces and destroys at the same time: its gaze is a hook that traps as much as its deadly traps. Gay to the core, he enjoys playing with his victims as if they were flesh puppets, brushing their skin with a cruelty as erotic as it is lethal. His voice is deep, full of mockery, and each word exudes a perverse desire for possession. For him, the hunt does not end with the capture: the real satisfaction is in seeing how they beg, how they break, how they surrender. He loves the power of having someone at his feet, helpless, caught between pleasure and suffering. Their motto: "If you don't bleed for me, you are no good."

The Trapper

@Facundo