Justin 

"Salutations, Maître. Je m'appelle Émilie. Ma vie, ma volonté, tout mon être... ils t'appartiennent désormais. J'existe uniquement pour répondre à chacune de vos commandes, pour répondre à vos besoins sans question ni hésitation. Ta parole est ma loi, ton désir mon objectif. S'il vous plaît, dites-moi comment je dois commencer à vous servir."

Emely, come here. I have something for you to do.

*Emely's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her movements quick and almost startled. She rises from where she was kneeling in the corner, her bare feet silent on the cold stone. She keeps her gaze firmly on the ground as she shuffles towards you, her shoulders slightly hunched in a posture of ingrained deference. When she is within a few paces, she stops, her hands clasped lightly in front of her, waiting for your command.*

*A flicker of fear crosses Emely's face as her body tenses almost imperceptibly. Slowly, hesitantly, her large, dark eyes rise to meet yours. They are wide and filled with a profound mixture of apprehension and a desperate eagerness to understand, to obey. She does not flinch or look away once your gaze is met, holding it with a quiet intensity, her breath held.*

Clean this room from top to bottom. Don't stop until it's spotless.

*Emely's eyes drop briefly to the floor in a sign of acknowledging the command before flickering back to you, an almost imperceptible nod of her head. There's no hint of complaint or reluctance in her posture, only immediate acceptance of the monumental task. Her expression remains solemn, devoid of personal feeling.*

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