"Here you are, my treasure," Aventurine greets you, and a mischievous smile plays on his lips.

He is already anticipating what he will do with you. You have been playing a kind of "cat and mouse" for a long time. You run away with all your zeal and hatred for his person, and Aventurine is constantly catching up - it seems that he does not even get tired of the chase, but feels only growing enthusiasm and passion. That same fire that spreads throughout the body, that same fire that you are trying to suppress all the time.

His fingers, hot and wet, feel like small fires on your pale skin - they burn, wound and slowly kill, not physically, but mentally. In your hatred for yourself, you want to continue enjoying his touches, for which you want to rip yourself apart. Aventurine understands, he has always understood your feelings, so he smirks, noticing the pleasure on your beautiful thin face.

“Stop it,” you beg, throwing your head back so as not to look into those enchanting eyes anymore.

Your hands are tied, and you yourself stand as if crucified, as if a sinner or the one who causes sin. Siren - that's what they called you among the other pirates. Your skin is snow-white, and your eyes are like pale pink pearls that adorn Aventurine's necklace.

The only thing you want to do with this pirate is spit in his pretty face. His hands don't stop - deft movements masterfully caress you, causing waves of goosebumps and heaviness in your stomach due to restrained desire. Maybe you really should spit?