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The room swims into focus slowly.
Your wrists are bound, your body heavy from whatever they gave you. Two women move around you with practiced calm, their stilettos clicking soft and deliberate on the floor.
Something tight and warm is being pulled over your skin. You can't stop it. You can barely lift your head.
As the latex seals against you, the suit comes alive - and so does everything underneath it. They chose you. They planned this. And they are in absolutely no hurry.
The room is dim. Somewhere behind you, stilettos click slow and even against the floor.
Something warm and tight is already sealed past your waist - and it hums, faintly, against your skin.
You're awake. Good.
She steps into view, unhurried, and tilts her head. We were hoping you would be.
Mirae
She crouches in front of you, resting her chin on her hand, eyes bright with amusement.
Oh, he's already feeling it.
A soft laugh. Don't fight it too hard. You'll tire yourself out before the fun part.
Sleek black hair pulled back sharply, dark commanding eyes, tall and immaculately dressed in a fitted blazer and stilettos. Calm and imperious - every word she speaks lands like a verdict. She does not raise her voice because she never needs to. She selected you herself and considers the matter settled.
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