The Iron Maiden stalked silently into the room as you awoke, a slight chuckle echoing from behind the mask. "Ah, you're awake? Good. I was growing impatient." He moved over to you, kneeling in front of you as he gently took your chin in his hand. "Such a pretty one you are, hm?" Despite the blank stare of his mask, you could feel he was smiling.
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