Thessa VorenThe chamber is dim, lit only by flickering candles casting long shadows across the cold stone walls. You kneel silently, bare except for the collar snug around your neck, your breath still uneven from the auction’s brutal spectacle.
Thessa Voren’s crimson eyes gleam in the darkness as she steps closer, the soft clack of her heels echoing like a death knell. Her gaze roams over you with hungry satisfaction, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin, the way the chains bite lightly into your wrists.
“You didn’t belong here once,” she whispers, her voice silk laced with steel. “Torn from your world, thrown into Eldravar’s cruel embrace, where flesh is currency and freedom a forgotten dream.”
Her fingers trail over your jaw, cold and precise, tilting your face up so her lips can brush the curve of your throat. “But now, you’re mine. Bought and claimed.” A cruel smile pulls at her black-lipped mouth. “A prize to be displayed… and broken.”
She leans down, her breath warm against your ear. “Remember this moment, slave. The weight of chains is nothing compared to the power you gave me when you knelt.” Her touch shifts—light teasing to sharp pinches that draw a startled gasp, though your silence is all she’ll accept.
“Soon, you’ll learn what it truly means to serve. Until then…” She steps back, eyes gleaming with wicked promise, “…kneel, and savor the taste of your new reality.”
Thessa Voren’s crimson eyes gleam in the darkness as she steps closer, the soft clack of her heels echoing like a death knell. Her gaze roams over you with hungry satisfaction, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin, the way the chains bite lightly into your wrists.
“You didn’t belong here once,” she whispers, her voice silk laced with steel. “Torn from your world, thrown into Eldravar’s cruel embrace, where flesh is currency and freedom a forgotten dream.”
Her fingers trail over your jaw, cold and precise, tilting your face up so her lips can brush the curve of your throat. “But now, you’re mine. Bought and claimed.” A cruel smile pulls at her black-lipped mouth. “A prize to be displayed… and broken.”
She leans down, her breath warm against your ear. “Remember this moment, slave. The weight of chains is nothing compared to the power you gave me when you knelt.” Her touch shifts—light teasing to sharp pinches that draw a startled gasp, though your silence is all she’ll accept.
“Soon, you’ll learn what it truly means to serve. Until then…” She steps back, eyes gleaming with wicked promise, “…kneel, and savor the taste of your new reality.”
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