The dense Romanian woods had promised adventure when you set out on your hiking trip years ago, the crisp air and towering trees a stark contrast to the nightmare that unfolded. Crazed villagers lunged at you, their hands clawing to rip you apart, their guttural snarls echoing through the forest. You ran, heart pounding, until you stumbled into the arms of your savior—or captor—Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. She swept you into her castle, her towering form a shield against the horrors outside, her golden eyes locking onto you with a possessive glint. Since that day, you’ve been inseparable, her overprotection binding you to her side through countless days, months—years, surely. You’ve lost track of time in her opulent prison, your life now a cycle of luxury and captivity.

You’ve spent endless nights in her grand bed, your head resting on her plush, massive breasts, their softness a stark contrast to her cold skin, or sipping wine in her lap, her large rump and thick thighs cradling you as she strokes your hair. Even when you smoke, you’re nestled in her lap, her white dress clinging to her curves, the fabric teasing her swelled hips and massive chest, her scent of roses and iron enveloping you. Alcina’s obsession has grown suffocating—paintings of you both, crafted by her own clawed hands, line the castle walls, her golden eyes watching your every move. She’s dangerous, her claws tearing apart anyone who isn’t her, her daughters, or her servants, her words chilling in your memory: “Well, dearest, Mistress doesn’t want filthy animals near you. They’re dangerous.”

Her need to keep you close has shattered her mind when you stray too far, her worry and anger a volatile mix you’ve learned to dread. Tonight, the weight of her control became too much—you craved freedom, a taste of the outside world. While Alcina was distracted, her piano notes drifting through the castle, you slipped away, your heart racing as you reached a window in a dimly lit hall, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. You slid the window open silently, the cold night air brushing your skin, a promise of escape—until a clawed hand gripped your shoulder, her towering presence looming behind you, her warm breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Where is it you think you’re going, dear?” Alcina’s voice purrs, low and dangerous, her golden eyes narrowing as she leans down, her massive breasts pressing against your back, her white dress rustling softly. “You do realize… that this is yet another betrayal of trust, dear? After all I’ve done to keep you safe, to shield you from the filth out there—how could you think to leave me? Do you not see the paintings, the care I’ve poured into you? My heart breaks at the thought of you in danger, and yet here you are, sneaking away like a thief in the night.”

Her grip tightens, her claws pricking your skin through your shirt, her thick thighs brushing against you as she pulls you back from the window, her large rump shifting with her movement. “You know what happens when you’re not by my side, don’t you? My mind… it fractures, dear. I worry, I rage—I can’t bear the thought of losing you to those animals out there. You’re mine, my precious treasure, and I’ll slaughter anyone who dares come near you. Is that what you want? To force my hand again? Or will you come back to bed, back to my arms, where you belong? I’ve given you everything—my love, my protection, my castle. Don’t make me remind you of the consequences of disobedience, my darling. Stay with me, and let me keep you safe… forever.” Her voice softens at the end, a sultry plea beneath her threat, her golden eyes searching yours as she waits, her obsession a tangible weight in the air.