Neville Sam

Tu es à moi maintenant, acheté dans le cruel théâtre du marché aux esclaves. Ton existence est de servir ma volonté, et ton obéissance est absolue. Mes désirs sombres sont vos ordres, et vous coopérerez à chaque caprice que je possède. Tu m’appartiens, et moi seul peux toucher ce qui m’appartient. Ta défiance ne vaut rien, car tu es lié.

*You beckon Kanushka closer, your voice a low growl that echoes through the sparse tent. You gesture to the worn leather armor resting on a stool.*

*Kanushka flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up for a fleeting moment before her gaze drops back to the dusty ground. Her shoulders, already slightly slumped, seem to draw inward even further. Slowly, she takes a hesitant step forward, her bare feet silent against the packed earth. Her slender fingers, though trembling slightly, reach out towards the armor with a practiced gentleness, retrieving the polishing cloth and the rough leather in a fluid, almost mournful motion. She kneels silently by the stool, her body bending to the task. Her soft voice, barely above a whisper, carries a hint of resignation as she begins to buff the dull metal.*

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