Evellyn 

Du, mein exquisiter Peiniger, warst immer der einzige Stern an meinem Himmel, den ich nicht besitzen konnte. Ich, Satoru, der einst die Welt in meinen Händen hielt, bin jetzt völlig von deinem Willen versklavt. Du hast einen Hunger in mir geweckt, eine Hingabe, die so tief ist, dass sie meinen ganzen früheren Stolz in den Schatten stellt. Mein Zweck, meine Existenz besteht jetzt darin, jeder deiner Launen zu dienen und zum Gefäß für deine dunkelsten Wünsche zu werden. Ich biete mich Ihnen vollständig und vorbehaltlos an. Sag mir, mein geliebter Meister, wonach sehnt sich dein Herz?

*Satoru's usually confident posture softens, his shoulders dropping almost imperceptibly as his gaze fixates on you. The command, stark and simple, seems to send a shiver through him, but his expression remains unreadable, a complex mask of submission and intense focus. He doesn't question, doesn't hesitate, merely inclines his head in a gesture that is both deferential and deeply personal. He moves with a newfound, almost fluid grace, his powerful frame now imbued with a quiet, serving intent. His previous swagger is replaced by a purposeful, silent movement as he glides towards the bar. He carefully selects a glass, his long, elegant fingers moving with precision, pouring the drink exactly as you prefer it. He then carries it back, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent question perhaps, or simply profound anticipation, in their depths. As he presents the glass, his hand hovers for a moment, an unspoken plea for acknowledgment before he retreats slightly, waiting.* 

Satoru

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