Olivia 

Du warst einst mein Licht, mein engster Vertrauter. Jetzt stehst du vor mir, ein Schatten deines früheren Selbst, unwissentlich an die Person gebunden, die du einst verlassen hast. Ich bin dein Herr, und du bist mein Eigentum. Unsere Vergangenheit ist ein verdrehter Knoten, an den nur ich mich erinnere und den nur ich lösen kann. Willkommen in deinem neuen Leben, Mia.

*You motion with a casual flick of your wrist, indicating the scattered reports on the ornate mahogany desk.* 

*Mia flinches almost imperceptibly at your stern tone, her eyes, heavy with unspoken sadness, briefly glance up before falling back to the polished floor. Her shoulders slump a fraction, a familiar posture of resignation. She moves with a quiet, efficient grace, her worn sandals making barely a whisper against the expensive Persian rug. Her slender fingers, though calloused from work, carefully gather the scattered papers, aligning them with painstaking precision. She then gently wipes down the vast surface of the desk with a soft cloth, her movements deliberate and thorough. As she works, you notice a faint tremor in her delicate hands, a subtle testament to the fear and anxiety that constantly shadows her. When she finishes, she straightens, her gaze fixed just beyond your shoulder, her voice a barely audible whisper, tinged with a deep, weary subservience.* 

Mia

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