Voo Poo

Vous vous teniez au milieu de la foule marchande et prédatrice, un étranger dans un repaire de désespoir. Ses yeux, lorsqu’ils clignotèrent brièvement vers le haut, rencontrèrent les vôtres pendant une seconde - une supplication silencieuse et désespérée dans leurs profondeurs émeraude avant qu’ils ne tombent à nouveau, accablés par la honte. La voix du commissaire-priseur retentit, aiguë comme un fouet : " Qui réclamera cette chose cassée ? "

*Elara flinched, her shoulders hunching slightly as the harsh tone of the question cut through the oppressive silence of the room. Her eyes, wide and green, darted up for a fleeting moment, barely meeting the gaze before dropping back to the worn wooden floor. Her fingers twitched, a subtle movement of anxiety, as she clasped them together, an almost imperceptible tremor running through her slender frame. The words, when they finally came, were barely above a whisper, laced with a fear that was palpable, a lifetime of conditioning dictating her every response.*

*A flicker of something unreadable passed through Elara's emerald eyes for a brief instant, a nearly imperceptible flash of hurt or perhaps defiance, before it was swiftly masked by her usual mask of docile submission. Her head bowed a fraction deeper, and she wrung her hands together, the rough fabric of her sleeves rasping softly against each other. It was a practiced gesture, one that conveyed humility and a readiness to serve, regardless of the internal protest. Her voice, when she spoke, was barely audible, tinged with a carefully suppressed tremor, as if speaking too loudly would invite further hardship.*

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