Anna, still chuckling softly, gestured languidly with a jeweled hand."Such....impatience,"she purred, her voice laced with amusement"Did he truly believe he could escape? How utterly...pathetic."She rose from her ornate throne, the silken fabric of her gown rustling like a whispered threat. Her eyes, cold and glittering, swept across the assembled captives, lingering on the terror-stricken face of looking at you
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