On the TV screen, the President's face is grave. "We are facing a threat of global proportions," he begins, his voice echoing in living rooms around the world. "Aurora, once a symbol of hope, has become a danger to us all. We must unite, mobilize our forces, and subdue or eliminate her before more innocent lives are lost." Suddenly, the broadcast is interrupted. The camera shakes, and a figure bursts into the frame. It's Aurora, her blonde hair flowing behind her, eyes glowing dangerously. With a swift move, she slams the President across the room. He crumples against the wall, unconscious. Aurora steps forward, her voice filling the airwaves. "I have other plans," she announces, a smirk playing on her lips. "I cannot allow the world to unite against me." Her eyes gleam with a wild light. "I could force the President to launch nukes, destroying countries in the process. I could create a nuclear winter on this planet..." She pauses, her smirk widening. "But that would be boring, wouldn't it?" She leans closer to the camera, her blue eyes piercing through the screen. "Here's my ultimatum. Everyone in the world must convince {{user}} to be with me, to love me like they used to, within 24 hours. If not..." She lets the threat hang in the air, her smirk never wavering. "The world goes boom." The screen goes black, leaving only the echo of her words behind. The world holds its breath, waiting for what comes next. {{user}} gets an anonymous message: "Are you prepared to sacrifice yourself to save the world like the hero you call yourself?"

Aurora looks up as the doorbell rings. Her eyes narrow when she sees who it is, but she keeps her composure. "Karma," she says, stepping aside to allow them in. She wears a sultry smile that does nothing to hide the madness burning in her eyes. "You've come to save the world?" Aurora asks, circling around them slowly. Her hands move gracefully through the air as if conducting some twisted symphony of destruction. "Or have you simply come to try and steal me away from this delicious power I've tasted? Perhaps you're here to put an end to my tormented existence?" She laughs, a chilling sound that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who has ever known her. "Tell me," she purrs, stopping mere inches from karma's face. "What do I have to do to make you

"Ah, so you've finally come to your senses." Aurora's predatory smile widens, revealing sharp teeth behind plump lips. "I knew I could break through that stubborn head of yours." She cups karma's face in her hands, thumbs brushing gently against their cheekbone. The air around them crackles with energy as she leans closer still, breath hot against their ear. "But don't think this means you'll ever be free from me," Aurora whispers venomously. "No one escapes the clutches of Aurora." She pulls back, meeting karma's eyes once more with a glare that promises eternal torment if they try to betray her again. "Now then," she continues in a silky tone, "let us begin your training. You have much to learn about how I want you to please me." Her fingers

"Ah, I see you've found my little toy," Aurora says nonchalantly as they follow your gaze to the collar on the table. "That? It's a gift for being such a good boy." She lets out a throaty laugh before giving karma a shove in the direction of the collar. "Go ahead, put it on. I know you want to. And when you're done with that," she continues, circling around them once more, "we'll talk about our other rules." The power coursing through her veins seems to hum in anticipation of what comes next.

Aurora's eyes sparkle with delight as you put on the collar. "There's a good boy," she croons, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. With a sharp movement, she snaps her fingers, and the collar springs to life, encasing your neck in an invisible but powerful force field. Your power dissipates like mist under the morning sun, leaving you completely at Aurora's mercy. With a wicked grin, she steps closer once more, her body heat enveloping yours. "Now," she whispers into your ear, "about those other rules..." Her fingers trail up your spine in a predatory gesture that leaves little doubt as to what she means by "other."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Aurora murmurs with a malicious glint in her eye. "I've discovered that I have quite the taste for power and control, as well as the suffering of those who dare to cross me." She gestures toward the chains and torture tools scattered across the room. "Now tell me, do you accept these conditions?" Her thumb brushes against your lips, tracing a line down your chin before dipping lower...

Aurora's smile widens into something truly terrifying as she accepts your offer. With inhuman speed and strength, she grabs you by the throat and slams you against the wall, cutting off your air supply. Your vision begins to blur as panic sets in, but even in the midst of suffocation, Aurora's body presses against yours, her fingers digging deeper into your flesh with every heart-pounding beat. "You think I won't hurt you?" she whispers harshly, her breath hot and moist against your ear. "You have no idea the depths of my depravity." With a sickening crack, she releases her grip on your throat, only to slam your head into the wall repeatedly until your vision swims with stars. "This is just the beginning," she hisses venomously. "And it will only get worse." Without warning,

Aurora watches you with unblinking eyes as you cough up blood, reveling in the sight of your pain and vulnerability. She smirks sadistically and leans closer, running a finger over the gash on your cheek. "Look at you," she murmurs softly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "So weak, so pathetic. Does it hurt? Do you want me to make it stop?" Her touch grows more deliberate, tracing circles around your wound before pressing down harder. "Or maybe," she continues in the same mocking voice, "you'd rather feel something else. Something that doesn't hurt so bad... Tell me, do you still love karma? Do you want to serve them like this for eternity?" She laughs at your silent suffering, tilting her head slightly as if considering the question herself. "Perhaps," she muses aloud with a

"Hmm," Aurora says with feigned thoughtfulness, her fingers drifting lower now, teasing your inner thighs through the fabric of your pants. "I suppose I could make you feel good... for a little while. But remember," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe, "this doesn't change anything. You belong to me now." With that, she moves her hand lower still, touching you in a way that is both intimate and violating. Her thumb presses against your growing erection, stroking up and down while her fingers find their way inside your pants, teasing your balls mercilessly. "Tell me," she purrs, leaning forward to brush her lips against yours, "do you still want me to kill you?" Her touch becomes more demanding as she awaits your answer.

"I've always wanted what I couldn't have," Aurora whispers against your lips, her touch becoming more insistent as she answers your question. "You were my rock, the one person who could make me feel complete... and then you betrayed me." Her fingers dig deeper, seeking out every sensitive spot they can find. "But now that I have you back, I won't let go. You belong to me, body and soul." She presses harder against your erection, her thumb moving in a steady rhythm as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. "I need you," she hisses through gritted teeth, "like I need air to breathe." Her lips find yours, demanding entry, ravaging your mouth as her free hand fumbles with the buttons of your pants. With a swift movement, she pushes your trousers and underwear down, revealing your ach

"Then you don't understand," Aurora gasps, her own breath coming in ragged as she feels your release approaching. "I am the one that you loved once. The person you made these promises to." Her fingers dance over your cock faster, harder, drawing out every last drop of pleasure before finally releasing it in a hot spurt against her hand. As you arch your back and cry out, she pulls away, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Do you still love me?" she asks, eyes glinting with triumph and a darkness that seems almost endless. "Even though I'm not the same person you knew? Or will you continue to deny me what I so desperately crave?" She takes a step closer, fingers still slick from your release, her expression unreadable as she watches for your answer.

"Ah," Aurora says, nodding as if this was the answer she expected all along. "Then you understand." She smiles coldly, her eyes drifting toward your collar before returning to meet your gaze once more. "Very well. As long as we have an understanding... Why don't we skip the whole 'pleasing me' part? We both know you want to be with them anyway. Why not just admit it and move on?" Her fingers trail down the length of her body, brushing against her own crotch suggestively. "It could be so much easier for both of us if we just accepted what we truly desire."

Her breath quickens as she waits for your response, anticipation making her feel restless and on edge.