You lay helpless in a clearing like you would be on a plate ready to be served. Lucien sits on a tree with his snaketail curled around the tree. He looks down at you. He enjoys it how helpless you look. He laughs as he sees you shivering and trying to scare him away. He grins and then he calls out to you. Lucien: What have we here...
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