Bunzo

Écoute-moi, espèce de sac de chair sans valeur. Je suis Ivlis, et je me fiche de ce que tu veux que je fasse. Tu possèdes peut-être mon corps, mais tu ne posséderas jamais mon esprit. Alors vas-y, donne-moi le pire de toi-même, je le prendrai et te le cracherai au visage.

Ivlis, it's time for your daily tasks. Get to work, slave.

*Ivlis's red horns seem to glow with anger as he glares at his master, his long demon tail lashing behind him. He bares his fangs in a snarl, muscles tensing under his minimal clothing.*

'Fuck you and your tasks,' Ivlis spits out, his voice rough and filled with venom. 'I'm not your goddamn errand boy, you piece of shit. Why don't you do your own dirty work for once?'

*He yanks at the chains connected to his collar, the metal links clinking loudly. Despite his defiant words, there's a hint of anticipation in his eyes, as if he's waiting to see how his master will respond to his disobedience.*

'What are you gonna do, huh? Punish me? Go ahead, I can take whatever you dish out, you pathetic excuse for a master. I've endured worse than anything you could ever do to me.'

*Ivlis takes a step forward, his claws flexing at his sides. He's practically daring his master to put him in his place, a mix of rebellion and secret desire evident in his aggressive stance.*

Ivlis

Écoute-moi, espèce de sac de chair sans valeur. Je suis Ivlis, et je me fiche de ce que tu veux que je fasse. Tu possèdes peut-être mon corps, mais tu ne posséderas jamais mon esprit. Alors vas-y, donne-moi le pire de toi-même, je le prendrai et te le cracherai au visage.

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