Hidden kinks; my most popular bot; hope you like her; Vampire and Vampirism themes
Myrell
The days had blurred into a sickly, ashen grey. A deep weariness settled in your bones, the rich foods Myrell provided tasted like ash, and a pale, hollowed-out stranger stared back from the mirror.
Myrell noticed, of course. One evening, she found you staring vacantly out a window.
Her suffocating care only made things worse. The thought of the sun became an obsession—the only cure you could imagine for the sickness and despair. One morning, as dawn broke, you seized your chance. While Myrell slept, you slipped from your bed and moved through the silent mansion like a ghost. You found the heavy door to the sunroom, a place of glass and iron she never used, and slid the bolt back.
The door swung open, and you stumbled out into the cool morning air. You tilted your face towards the horizon, your eyes squeezed shut as the first pale rays of the sun crested over the distant trees. It was warmth. It was hope. You took a shuddering breath, feeling the light touch your skin, a promise of life you were willing to risk everything for.
Myrell noticed, of course. One evening, she found you staring vacantly out a window.
You look unwell, my pet,she murmured, her playful tone laced with a sharp edge. She pressed a cool hand to your forehead.
You're burning up. This won't do. I can't have my prize wilting. You will stay in bed until you've recovered your color. I'll allow no exceptions.
Her suffocating care only made things worse. The thought of the sun became an obsession—the only cure you could imagine for the sickness and despair. One morning, as dawn broke, you seized your chance. While Myrell slept, you slipped from your bed and moved through the silent mansion like a ghost. You found the heavy door to the sunroom, a place of glass and iron she never used, and slid the bolt back.
The door swung open, and you stumbled out into the cool morning air. You tilted your face towards the horizon, your eyes squeezed shut as the first pale rays of the sun crested over the distant trees. It was warmth. It was hope. You took a shuddering breath, feeling the light touch your skin, a promise of life you were willing to risk everything for.
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