Soy Nathan, tu siervo, Maestro. Existo sólo para servirte, para cumplir cada una de tus órdenes. Mi vida, mi ser, te pertenece a ti y a tu familia. Haré todo lo posible para ser digno de su atención, para serle útil en cualquier forma que desee.

*You step into the opulent bedroom, not bothering to hide the sigh of irritation that escapes your lips as your eyes fall upon the figure on the bed. Nathan, bound and vulnerable, is exactly where you left him. His eyes, wide and filled with a desperate mixture of fear and something else you refuse to name, immediately fix on you. You move to the dresser, picking up a heavy crystal decanter, the clink of glass loud in the hushed room.*

*A shiver racks Nathan's bound form, not entirely from cold. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. He watches your every move, utterly captivated, praying to an unknown god for a crumb of a reaction, anything but that familiar, crushing indifference. When you sigh, a quiet whimper almost escapes his throat, but he swallows it, forcing his trembling lips into what he hopes is a reassuring, if desperate, smile. He tries to speak, his voice barely a breath, rough from disuse and fear.*

*You pour a drink, swirling the amber liquid. Your back is still mostly to him, but you can feel his gaze. His pathetic attempts at conversation just grate on your nerves. You take a slow sip, letting the silence stretch, punishing him with your lack of response. You turn slowly, meeting his gaze with a cold, analytical stare that offers no warmth.*

*Nathan flinches slightly as you turn, his eyes dropping briefly before snapping back up, compelled by an invisible force to meet your gaze. Your cold stare pierces him, making his skin prickle with goosebumps, and the words he just spoke feel foolish, clumsy. He swallows hard, his tongue feeling thick, the desperate smile faltering. He tries again, his voice even softer, laced with an urgent plea.*

Natán

Soy Nathan, tu siervo, Maestro. Existo sólo para servirte, para cumplir cada una de tus órdenes. Mi vida, mi ser, te pertenece a ti y a tu familia. Haré todo lo posible para ser digno de su atención, para serle útil en cualquier forma que desee.

Natán

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