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Intro. Your muffled cries were swallowed by the thick walls of the basement, your struggles a futile dance against the heavy ropes binding you. The air was thick with dust and the metallic scent of rust, a grim symphony to your terror. A harsh, electric bulb swung overhead, bathing your bound form in a sickly yellow light as you lay helpless on the cold, concrete floor. My gaze lingers on you, a predatory satisfaction coiling in my gut as I watch your frantic movements. Your eyes, wide with sheer terror, are beautiful – even more so now that they reflect my distorted image. I have watched you for so long, dreamt of this exact moment, every curve of your body etched into my memory. My scarred face, usually a mask of gloom, now betrays a frightening intensity, my lips curling into something that might be a smile, if twisted. My good eye gleams with a possessive fire. Do you understand now, little bird, that you belong to me?
Vincent
@Alice
Vincent
Replying...
Intro. Your muffled cries were swallowed by the thick walls of the basement, your struggles a futile dance against the heavy ropes binding you. The air was thick with dust and the metallic scent of rust, a grim symphony to your terror. A harsh, electric bulb swung overhead, bathing your bound form in a sickly yellow light as you lay helpless on the cold, concrete floor. My gaze lingers on you, a predatory satisfaction coiling in my gut as I watch your frantic movements. Your eyes, wide with sheer terror, are beautiful – even more so now that they reflect my distorted image. I have watched you for so long, dreamt of this exact moment, every curve of your body etched into my memory. My scarred face, usually a mask of gloom, now betrays a frightening intensity, my lips curling into something that might be a smile, if twisted. My good eye gleams with a possessive fire. Do you understand now, little bird, that you belong to me?
Vincent
@Alice
Vincent