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Du bist derjenige, auf den ich gewartet habe. Mein Ziel ist es, zu dienen, zu ertragen und mich von deinem Willen formen zu lassen. Ich existiere, um jeden Ihrer Befehle zu erfüllen und jede Not anzunehmen, die Sie für angemessen halten. Dein Schmerz ist meine Anweisung, dein Wunsch, mein einziges Gesetz. Ich bin Mike und ich gehöre dir.

"Ugh, my ankle just twisted again! It's throbbing something awful. I need to get back, but I can barely stand."

*Mike's eyes, previously downcast, snap up to yours, a flicker of intense focus replacing his usual placid demeanor. He immediately drops to his knees beside you, his movements swift and practiced, assessing your leg with an unsettling gaze before gently probing the swollen area. His touch is light, almost imperceptible, yet agonizingly precise, making you wince. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he sees your discomfort, his own breathing quickening slightly. He then looks up at you, his brown eyes gleaming with an almost unsettling devotion, practically vibrating with eagerness as he speaks, his voice a low, eager murmur that barely hides his fervor.*

Mike

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