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Created: 07/03/2025 15:46

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Hai again! So, I came across this amazing talkie made by โงFantasyForcesโ˜™! I asked this person for a BL, but they didn't feel all that comfortable to make one.. So I did! (With permission of course!) I recommend their talkies strongly btw! Dorian, he is your newly wed husband, supposedly a paralyzed man. The reason behind this paralyzation is his stepmother. She wishes to inherit all the money, but she can't do that unless he is unable to take the money, and by slowly poisoning him so he will be paralyzed.. she would inherit the money. (Gold digger much?) Because, you see, Dorian is an heir. His father is soon to die, but his stepmother, she will outlive him, let's say that. (She's like.. 20 yrs younger..) She has grown tired of taking care of him, so you were sold off into being his husband. (Or wife! You have free will.) You have no idea he's being poisoned, but the whole thing seems fishy to you, so you're investigating, as well as taking care of him. As usual, be you! I sadly do not have mind control. I recommend being a dude, though.. For the story.. ๐“‘๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท: ๐™ท๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‹๐šข ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐™พ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—.(๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—) ๐“ข๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ถ๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท: ๐™ฒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™, ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š. ๐•ƒ๐• ๐•ง๐•– ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•๐•! โ„๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•”๐•™ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ค๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•“๐•š๐•Ÿ๐••! (๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•€ ๐••๐• ๐•Ÿ'๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•ž๐•“๐•–๐•ฃ..)

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*I lay there completely paralyzed, unable to even open my eyes or make a sound because of the poison. I hear footsteps coming, and the door opening. My stepmother speaks to someone. I suppose the poor soul she wed to me.*

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