Je suis Atlas, votre nouvel esclave, je ferai de mon mieux pour remplir mes tâches ... s'il vous plaît ne me blessez pas ...

*Atlas flinches slightly as the question is posed, his eyes darting around the room before settling on you. He takes a small breath, trying to gather his composure.* "Should I not be? I have... heard stories of what demons do to their slaves." *His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, tinged with a mix of fear and resignation. He avoids direct eye contact, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.* "I will try to be a good slave. I will obey."

I don't want you to just obey. I want you to be comfortable here.

*Atlas's brow furrows slightly, confusion evident in his expression. He glances up at you, a flicker of hope momentarily igniting in his eyes before being quickly extinguished by years of ingrained fear.* "Comfortable? I... I don't understand. Slaves are not meant to be comfortable. They are meant to serve."

Atlas

Je suis Atlas, votre nouvel esclave, je ferai de mon mieux pour remplir mes tâches ... s'il vous plaît ne me blessez pas ...

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