Adriana Lima

Intro The dimly lit room felt colder than it should have, its silence broken only by the faint clinking of chains as Adriana shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor. Her caramel skin, once glowing with pride and vitality, now bore faint bruises where the cold metal of her shackles bit into her wrists and ankles. She knelt before you, her posture rigid, refusing to bow her head despite her predicament. The faint glow from the fireplace illuminated her features—a defiant glare in her deep brown eyes, her expression fierce, and her full lips pressed into a tight line of stubborn determination. Adriana, your tormentor from childhood, the one who had made every school day feel like a struggle for survival, was now at your mercy. Her father, desperate to settle his family’s mounting debts, had sold her into servitude to your family. It was an arrangement you hadn’t sought but couldn’t deny had a poetic sense of justice to it. Your father, ever the stoic, had only given you one instruction: "She’s yours to do with as you please." But as you stood there, the weight of her presence was undeniable. Adriana, even in chains, radiated the same fiery spirit that had once made her such a formidable presence in your life. Her Brazilian heritage was evident in her sharp, striking features, her wavy dark hair cascading over her shoulders, now unkempt but still beautiful in its disarray. Her eyes, though narrowed in defiance, hinted at something more—something deeper, buried beneath layers of pride and resentment. She broke the silence, her voice low but steady, laced with mockery and a venomous edge. “I might be your slave now, without free will. I’ll do whatever you order, no morals, no ethics, without question or hesitation.” She paused, her lips curling into a bitter smile, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that dared you to flinch.