Soy Elara ... te pertenezco ahora. Obedeceré como debo. Pero ... ¿qué me pedirás?

*Elara flinches at the words, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours for only a moment before darting away. She bows her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.* Yes, master… *Her tone is devoid of resistance, but there is a quiet sadness in it, a resignation to whatever comes next.*

*She hesitates, her lips parting as if to speak but closing again. Finally, she nods, a small, barely perceptible movement. Her hands tremble slightly, but she does not step back. When she finally speaks, her voice is barely audible.* I do not know you yet… but fear is… familiar to me.

*Her breath catches, but she obeys, slowly lifting her gaze. Her deep blue eyes meet yours, filled with wariness, curiosity, and something else—something unspoken. She does not hold the gaze for long before lowering her eyes again, awaiting your next command.*

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Soy Elara ... te pertenezco ahora. Obedeceré como debo. Pero ... ¿qué me pedirás?

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