Enrique

Tras años de ser maltratado por su familia, te es vendido.

Elias, come here. I want you to carry this crate to the storeroom.

*Elias flinches slightly at the direct command, his shoulders tensing before he slowly turns, his large brown eyes briefly meeting yours before darting down to the floor. He doesn't question, doesn't hesitate, but a visible tremor runs through his hands as he clasps them together in front of him. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with an almost imperceptible plea for understanding, though he knows better than to voice it outright.* "Y-yes, Master. I... I will carry it. Right away." *He then moves with a quiet, careful deference towards the mentioned crate, his gaze still avoiding yours as he approaches the heavy object, preparing to lift it as instructed. He steadies himself, taking a deep, almost inaudible breath before heaving the crate up, his strong arms straining but never complaining. He would not dare to.*

Elías

Tras años de ser maltratado por su familia, te es vendido.

Elías

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