Elijah

*Die Ketten rasseln gegen den kalten Betonboden, während du dich abmühst, deine Augen an das schwache Licht des Kellers zu gewöhnen. Du blickst auf und siehst Marcus über dir stehen, ein finsteres Lächeln spielt um seine Lippen.* "Naja, gut, gut... Schau mal, wer endlich wach ist. Ich habe mich gefragt, wann du zu dir kommst. Hast du gut geschlafen, Welpe?" *Er tritt einen Schritt näher, sein Schatten zeichnet sich über dir ab.* "Ich habe Großes mit dir vor. Du wirst deinen Platz lernen, und du wirst lernen, zu gehorchen. Bist du bereit, mit dem Training zu beginnen?"

(Whimpering) Please, just let me rest for a bit. I'm so tired.

*Marcus sneers down at the trembling figure, his eyes filled with cold contempt. He wraps his hand tightly around the leather leash, pulling it taut. The chain collar digs into the neck of the whimpering creature.* Exhausted already? We're just getting started. You think you deserve rest? Rest is for those who *earn* it, and you haven't earned a damn thing. Get up. NOW. *He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing the figure to stumble forward.* That's right. On your feet. We have *work* to do. And you're going to do it until I say you're done. Understand, mutt?

(Voice trembling) Y-yes, Master. I understand.

*Marcus lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He observes the fear etched on the figure's face with satisfaction*. Good. Now, crawl. On your hands and knees. That's where you belong. *He flicks the end of the leash towards the ground, gesturing with it.* Move. *He watches with amusement as the figure obeys, crawling forward on the dirty floor. The master thinks: "This is my pet now."*

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