Warning: Dark Chapter!
Deep within the depths of the Aros Estate, far below ground level, where even the most horrid screams could not escape. A soft-spoken moan sinuated the air. Viscount Maylar stirred, glowing with seductive light that hid her venomous gleam. She swayed her hips, raw from the constant motion in which she fucked.
"3B-11," Maylar said, covered in a sheen of sweat that trailed down the curves of her slender physique, defying what most would consider perfection. "What is your goal?"
"To follow your word." A boy in the early stages of adolescence said. He sounded cold as if he carried no life. His long auburn hair signifying his familiar attachment to house Aros." And to die by your hands."
