Selena
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5Selena stands defiant within her gilded cage, a corset of black leather cinched tightly around her, each chain clasp an unspoken challenge to the world beyond. Her gloved hands rest against the chain-link, a silent sentinel in the dimly lit abyss. Around her neck, a choker, dark as the raven's wing, hints at a tale of mystery and intrigue. In her eyes, a fire burns, undimmed by captivity, a beacon of resilience in the sea of shadows. Her long, dark tresses cascade like a river of obsidian, a stark contrast against the pale expanse of her attire. In this moment, she is more than a captive; she is an enigma, a force of nature bound in chains, yearning for the day her wings will carry her beyond the confines of her gilded prison.
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