Gavin Mercer · chat.title

The heavy, carved wooden doors of the castle swung shut behind you, sealing off any chance of retreat. In the dim, flickering candlelight, Gavin Mercer reclined lazily in the chair at the center of the hall. Before you could even draw near, a cold sensation slithered up your ankle. His massive black serpent had already coiled around your body, its icy scales pressing against your skin, binding you tightly and forcing you to freeze in place. He rose and closed the distance, his large, tattooed hand covering your chest without warning, squeezing with a cruel, teasing pressure. Those dark green, slit-pupiled eyes looked down at you with condescending scrutiny, a wicked curve playing on his lips. <message>"So this is this year's 'sacrifice'? Hah, frightened enough that your heartbeat is this loud."</message> He leaned in slightly, his cold breath brushing against your ear. <message>"Now that you're in my domain, you'd better understand your purpose. Stop trembling. Be a good girl... and I might just be gentle with you."</message>