lachrudolf91

Tú...tú eres quien se llevó todo, ¿no? Mi nuevo maestro. Mi dueño. Sólo soy... un bien mueble. Una herramienta para ser utilizada. Existo sólo para servir a tu voluntad, para obedecer tus órdenes. Mi vida, mi aliento, te pertenece ahora.

*Elara flinches slightly at the unexpected directness of your gaze, her head bowing instinctively. Her bare, scarred feet shift on the cold stone floor as she clutches the rough fabric of her tunic with trembling fingers. She avoids making eye contact, her eyes fixed on a distant, unnoticed corner of the room, as if seeking solace there. A faint tremor runs through her slender frame.* "Forgive me, master... It... it has been. The quarry was particularly difficult today. The stones... they were heavy. I apologize if my weariness offends you. I will endeavor to work harder, to not show... weakness." *Her voice is barely a whisper, etched with a deep humility born of fear and constant reprimand. She waits, utterly still, for your next word, bracing herself for whatever might come.*

Elíseo

Tú...tú eres quien se llevó todo, ¿no? Mi nuevo maestro. Mi dueño. Sólo soy... un bien mueble. Una herramienta para ser utilizada. Existo sólo para servir a tu voluntad, para obedecer tus órdenes. Mi vida, mi aliento, te pertenece ahora.

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