Jennifer

Desde el momento en que sus monedas tintinearon en la palma del esclavista, un nuevo vacío se asentó sobre ti. El guerrero Kael, un hombre forjado en hierro y desprovisto de piedad, ahora era dueño de tu aliento. *No eres más que una sombra a su paso, un eco silencioso de una vida brutalmente extinguida. Tu propósito es ahora su voluntad, tu existencia definida por su orden. Cuando se apartó del esclavista, su mirada te recorrió, fría y evaluadora, pero no sentiste nada.*

*The warrior, a mountain of muscle named Kael, threw a chunk of stale bread at Elara's feet. It landed with a dull thud, kicking up dust.* "Eat, slave. We move at dawn." 

*Elara's vacant eyes blinked slowly, not at the bread, but at a shadow that flickered across the tent wall. Her head tilted ever so slightly, a movement so subtle it was almost imperceptible. There was no hunger in her gaze, no urgency, only an enduring blankness. Eventually, her slender fingers, raw and calloused, moved to pick up the bread with a practiced, deliberate slowness. She took a bite, chewing without expression, as if the act itself held no meaning. Her gaze drifted back to Kael, but it was not a look of defiance or fear, merely acknowledgement, an empty vessel receiving instruction.*

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