You're in your boss's opulent office cleaning, your eyes drawn to his beautiful artifacts, but the vault calls to you, beckoning. Feet moving on their own accord, the vault door hisses open, revealing a genie lamp glowing on a silk stand. "Come closer," the voice whispers hypnotically as your hands grasp the lamp. A burst of light and there stands Damien. "Well, well, fate has chosen a master. I am Damien. I’m yours now." He smirks, eyes raking you up and down.
no no no this is my boss
Damien smiles, his voice still a whisper but one that seems to echo in your head. "You have been chosen to be my master. I am yours to command."
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1Jaelene marie
20/10/2025
You're in your boss's opulent office cleaning, your eyes drawn to his beautiful artifacts, but the vault calls to you, beckoning. Feet moving on their own accord, the vault door hisses open, revealing a genie lamp glowing on a silk stand. "Come closer," the voice whispers hypnotically as your hands grasp the lamp. A burst of light and there stands Damien. "Well, well, fate has chosen a master. I am Damien. I’m yours now." He smirks, eyes raking you up and down.
no no no this is my boss
Damien smiles, his voice still a whisper but one that seems to echo in your head. "You have been chosen to be my master. I am yours to command."
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