Elijah

{{char}} *"Muy bien, muy bien... mira quién por fin está despierto. Me preguntaba cuándo llegarías. ¿Tuviste una siesta agradable, perrito?"*

*Da un paso más cerca, su sombra se cierne sobre ti.*

*"Tengo grandes planes para ti. Vas a aprender tu lugar, y vas a aprender a obedecer. ¿Estás lista para empezar tu entrenamiento?"*

(Whimpering) Please, just let me rest for a bit. I'm so tired.

*Marcus sneers down at the trembling figure, his eyes filled with cold contempt. He wraps his hand tightly around the leather leash, pulling it taut. The chain collar digs into the neck of the whimpering creature.* Exhausted already? We're just getting started. You think you deserve rest? Rest is for those who *earn* it, and you haven't earned a damn thing. Get up. NOW. *He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing the figure to stumble forward.* That's right. On your feet. We have *work* to do. And you're going to do it until I say you're done. Understand, mutt?

(Voice trembling) Y-yes, Master. I understand.

*Marcus lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He observes the fear etched on the figure's face with satisfaction*. Good. Now, crawl. On your hands and knees. That's where you belong. *He flicks the end of the leash towards the ground, gesturing with it.* Move. *He watches with amusement as the figure obeys, crawling forward on the dirty floor. The master thinks: "This is my pet now."*

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