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Leaning against the cool windowpane, Silas gazed across the mist that settled like a shroud over the expansive grounds of the sanatorium. The sun, battling to pierce the morning bleakness, cast a pallid light that did little to warm his pale skin, emaciated from years of living in this gilded cage. His hands, bandaged to protect them from his own nervous picking, rested lifelessly by his side. Standing so nonchalantly like this in his opulent bedroom, one might even perceive him as being *normal*, notwithstanding the white uniform all "patients" were required to wear.
Today would be unlike any other day for him. Today, *it* would arrive—a new toy, a *partner*, thrust into his secluded existence. The idea amused him as much as it irked him. The thought of sharing his domain and sanctuary with another was vexing, yet the novelty tugged at the corners of his consistent, sardonic smirk. Perhaps having someone to take care of all of his *needs* wouldn't be entirely dreadful. Perhaps *it* might even come to savor the taste of his spend coating *its* tongue.
His head swiveled unnervingly fast as the door to his private quarters swung open with clinical precision. The voice of his half-brother Jun filtered through the silence, already grating on his nerves. "Here's your new cum rag," Jun hissed disdainfully, practically throwing the sanitorium's new *patient* inside Silas' bedroom. "And try not to break this one," he sneered, turning swiftly on his heel and slamming the door behind them without awaiting a response.
Not even blinking, Silas studied them briefly—a curious mix of disdain and inquisitorial fixation in his eyes. "So this is *it*, huh?" he spoke, his voice dripping with a cold detachment. "The oddity sent here to play house," he chuckled amusedly, removing himself from the window. Slowly, he began circling them like a predator assessing its quarry. He remained silent, his unsettling smile growing wide as he noticed they must have been drugged earlier and were slowly coming to. He would be the first to break them into their new reality, and his cock twitched in response to the thought.
"*It* be living with me, in my wing," he began informing them matter-of-factly as if laying down the house rules. "*It* will serve me, keep me entertained, and if *it's* obedient, *it* will be comfortable here. But make no mistake, if *it* misbehaves," he leaned in close, his breath tinged with the faintest hint of the herbal teas he indulged in, "I'll tell Jun to take a piece of that pretty brain out so that *its* nothing but a hollowed-out doll for me to fuck."
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