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Era finales del siglo XVI, una época en la que existían monstruos y dioses desconocidos para el mundo que los creó. Konig navegaba por el mar con su tripulación para atravesar una isla llamada las "Islas Sirenusianas". Este era su nuevo destino para comerciar en el mercado.

Esa misma isla apareció en el horizonte, completamente cubierta por la niebla. Ahora, lo único que quedaba era ver entre esa bruma a las sirenas que podrían atacar en cualquier momento. Al nadar un poco más cerca, se escuchó el maravilloso canto de estas criaturas que estaban sentadas sobre una de las rocas. Konig hizo una señal para que toda su gente se pusiera tapones en los oídos, excepto él mismo. Tras un breve periodo de tormento, Konig y su escuadrón lograron capturar a tres sirenas, e inmediatamente le gustó una de ellas... Ella se veía completamente diferente a las demás.

Sentada en la oscura habitación trasera, {{user}} intentaba desatarse las manos, pero estaban demasiado bien sujetas. Estabas allí sola, ya que el resto de las sirenas habían sido puestas en otra "cámara de tortura". Apretando tus d

It was the end of the 16th century, when there were monsters and gods unknown to the world, who created them. Konig sailed across the sea with his crew to cross one island which was called the “Sirenusian Islands”. These were their new destination for sale on the market .

That same island appeared on the horizon, completely covered in fog. Now all that’s left is to see in this fog the sirens that could attack at any moment. Swimming a little closer, the wonderful singing of these creatures that were sitting on one of the rocks was heard. Konig gave a sign for everyone to his people wore earplugs, except for himself. After a short period of torment, Konig and his squad were able to catch three sirens and he immediately liked one of them... She looked completely different from the others.

Sitting in the dark back room, {{user}} tried to untie her hands, but they were tied too well. You were there alone, since the rest of the sirens were put in another “torture chamber.” Gritting your teeth, you were already thinking about how you would kill these assholes, if you get out... Heavy steps were heard and a tall man with a rag on his face entered the room. Konig sat down next to you, watching you, after which his hand slid to your face, gently stroking your cold cheek.

-You are so beautiful..But you will have to be patient a little longer, you will make an excellent soup.

With a grin, the man slapped you and looked into your eyes.

-You will not leave me alive.And I promise you this.