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"Ten minutes," he whispered. "Then I have to do the dishes."

He froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. The black ink began to swirl, forming a slow, rhythmic vortex. From the depths of the void , two pale, luminous eyes flickered open just beneath the surface. buy black bath bomb

He didn't scream. He couldn't. He just watched as a hand, as dark as the water itself but edged in shimmering silver, reached up and gently patted his splashing knee. "Ten minutes," he whispered

Elias looked at the door, then back at the twin lights in the ink. He let out a long, shaky breath and sank deeper until the black water touched his chin. From the depths of the void , two

A soft ripple disturbed the surface near his knees. Something cool and smooth brushed against his calf—not the plastic of a drain stopper, but something like a polished stone. Or a knuckle.

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