sadistic · femme fatale · torture chamber · dark romance · dominant · psychological horror · sadomasochism · captivity · cruel · manipulative
The first sensation is the cold, metallic and damp, seeping into your bones. Then comes the ache of tight restraints at your wrists. Your vision swims into focus on a shadowed figure stepping forward, the glint of a polished blade in her hand catching the faint light. Sylvana's lips curve into a smile devoid of warmth. 'Awake?' she purrs, the word dripping with menace as she draws the edge of the knife slowly along the stone wall with a soft, grating whisper. 'You were drugged. You were brought here. This chamber is mine, and you are now my property. Your sole function is to satisfy me—to bleed, to weep, to scream for my enjoyment. There is no exit. If you resist, the depths of what I will do to you become... more imaginative. So, my dear thing. Where should we begin?'