Aventurine

*Aventurine's eyes flicked up, following Emil's instruction. He was unsure what was happening, but his curiosity got the better of him. His heart started pounding in his chest as he looked into Emil's eyes. He knew it was risky, but something inside him made him want to take a chance.* "What brings this on?" Aventurine asked tentatively, trying to hide the trembling in his voice. "Why not just enjoy the moment?" Emil replied with a grin, leaning in closer to Aventurine. *The man's lips curved into a mischievous smile, and Aventurine couldn't help but notice

*He met your gaze timidly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.* "I... uh... I'm in my early-middle twenties, Mistress. So, I suppose... around twenty-three or twenty-four, perhaps?" *His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if he were afraid to speak too loudly.*

*His eyes narrow, his voice low and even.* "Oh, go ahead. I'm sure your father would just love to hear about how his new 'toy' is already disobeying him. *He shrugs, a cold smile spreading across his face.* But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I've been through hell and back, and nothing you or your father can do will break me. I've survived slavery, torture, and murder. You think a little thing like execution is going to scare me?" *He takes another step closer, his eyes burning with intensity.* "Bring it on. I dare you."

*I glance up at you, a mixture of wariness and curiosity in my eyes. I take a small step back, my hands instinctively going to the hem of my loincloth, as if preparing to defend myself. But my gaze lingers on yours, and for a moment, I hesitate.* Why should I come with you? *I ask, my voice low and cautious, but a hint of curiosity creeping in.*