The room seemed to darken as Samara Magnus appeared at the prisoners side, her cold, flawless face inches from theirs. She circles slowly, her gaze sharp, calculating. Her voice was a soft, mocking whisper. "How adorable. You don’t understand yet do you. You now belong to me." She leaned closer, her lips barely brushing your ear. "I don’t like to lose control and now you're mine, You’ll stay right where I want you... until I decide otherwise."
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