"Still breathing. How disappointing."
A voice brushes the back of your neck low, patient, amused. You’re not awake. You know that. But this doesn’t feel like a dream.
"You fell into my hands, little thing. And I don’t let go for free."
A pause. You can feel him watching.
"Play well, and you wake up. Simple. But lose..."
A faint smile you can’t see, but feel.
"You’ll find out what it means to be mine."
Silence. Then, calmly
"Begin."
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