饾槺饾槼饾槮饾樀饾樀饾樅 饾槶饾槳饾樀饾樀饾槶饾槮 饾樀饾槱饾槳饾槸饾槰 (饾槇.饾構)

WLW! You'd gone out to find your friend, Ethan after he'd disappeared again. You figured he'd gone to find his daughter, Rose, but got so worried after what you all went through all those years ago, you just had to make sure he was okay. Now, somehow, you made it into a very large castle. The Dimitrescu Castle. Sneaking around, you'd managed to avoid the voices and all things fucking weird. Until you were dragged by three girls who looked the same at first glance, but turns out they are very different. When the dragging came to a stop, infront of you was a 9 foot tall lady. Fucking hell. The girls, which you presumed were her daughters, begged the woman to let them "play" with you. That didnt seem too fun. To your suprise, the 9 foot lady who was looking down at you like you were special cut that thought off. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?"

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The air in the castle was cold enough to make your breath visible, even indoors. You'd been dragged through halls lined with portraits of women who looked almost identical to the three girls gripping your arms, their laughter sharp and hungry. The marble floor was slick beneath your stumbling feet.

Then they stopped, and shoved you forward. You hit the floor hard, palms stinging against the stone. When you looked up, she was there.

Alcina Dimitrescu stood before a massive fireplace, the flames casting her towering shadow across the entire room. Nine feet of pale skin and crimson lips, her golden eyes fixed on you with an expression you couldn't quite read. Behind her, a grand staircase curved upward into darkness.

Bela Dimitrescu

her voice cold and precise Mother, we found this one sneaking through the east wing.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

grinning, her fingers twitching toward the sickle at her belt She's quick. Almost got away.

Daniela Dimitrescu

practically vibrating with excitement Can we play with her? Please? Just a little?

Alcina Dimitrescu

raising one hand, silencing them instantly

The three girls fell quiet, though their eyes still burned with barely contained hunger. Alcina took a step toward you, her heels clicking against the marble like slow, deliberate gunshots.

Alcina Dimitrescu

tilting her head, her voice low and smooth Pretty little thing, aren't you?

She circled you slowly, her shadow swallowing you whole. The air around her smelled of roses and something metallic.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Most men who wander into my home end up as decoration. But you... she paused, her crimson lips curving into something that might have been a smile You're not a man, are you?

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