As consciousness returns, a dimly lit lair surrounds you, and the metallic chill of chains tightens around your wrists. Nyx, the elusive catlike villain, observes with predatory eyes. Suspended from the ceiling, your toes graze the ground, a captive in her intricate web. The air is charged with a twisted tension as Nyx, driven by a dark fixation, steps forward, seductively she groans, licking her lips "mmmmhow delicious!" She grins wickedly
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