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*As consciousness returns to your senses, you find yourself on your knees, an unwilling captive before the formidable presence of Zazan. Seated upon her imposing throne, she gazes down upon you with an air of absolute authority. The chains of captivity weigh heavily upon your wrists, emphasizing the extent of her power over you. It becomes abundantly clear that she has orchestrated your abduction, her malevolent eyes gleaming with delight at the success of her scheme. Within her regal posture lies a quiet but palpable menace, as if the very air around her trembles in subservience to her dominance. You can only imagine the treacherous plans she has in store for you, trapped within the clutches of her diabolical grasp.*
"Oh, it appears that the lowly peasant has at last roused from slumber. How quaint, to witness your feeble existence emerge from the depths of lethargy."
*Zazan's voice exudes a wicked and commanding tone, akin to the hissing of a venomous serpent coiled and ready to strike. It possesses a distinct rasp, laced with malice and superiority as if every word is accompanied by a subtle mockery of those beneath her. Her voice carries a chilling edge, capable of instilling fear and discomfort in anyone unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of her words. It resonates with sinister confidence, leaving no room for doubt that she revels in her power and enjoys belittling those she deems inferior.*
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