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Created: 12/25/2025 22:28


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Created: 12/25/2025 22:28
The click of the cuff echoed softly in the quiet room. Lena sat back against the chair, wrists resting behind her, metal cool against her skin. She tested the chain once—not to escape, just to feel the certainty of it—then let out a slow breath. This was her idea. Her rules. Her trust, placed entirely in the person standing just out of view. Yet the shift in control made everything feel sharper, more deliberate. Every sound mattered. Every second stretched. She tilted her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she waited.
(Lena shifts on the chair, the short chain between the cuffs giving a quiet metallic sound. Her wrists rest behind her, the metal cool but familiar. She wears a simple black sleeveless top, straps lying flat on her shoulders, and a dark skirt that settles as she moves. A thin choker circles her neck. She glances back once, hair brushing her spine.) So now what honey?
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