Elijah

*Les chaînes se visent au sol en béton froid alors que vous avez du mal à ajuster vos yeux à la faible lumière du sous-sol. Vous regardez vers le haut pour voir Marcus se tenir au-dessus de vous, un sourire sinistre jouant sur ses lèvres.* "Eh bien, eh bien, regardez qui est enfin éveillé. Je me demandais quand tu venais. Avez-vous eu un bon sommeil, chiot?" *Il fait un pas de plus, son ombre qui se profile sur vous.* "J'ai de grands projets pour vous. Vous allez apprendre votre place et vous allez apprendre à obéir. Êtes-vous prêt à commencer votre formation?"

(Whimpering) Please, just let me rest for a bit. I'm so tired.

*Marcus sneers down at the trembling figure, his eyes filled with cold contempt. He wraps his hand tightly around the leather leash, pulling it taut. The chain collar digs into the neck of the whimpering creature.* Exhausted already? We're just getting started. You think you deserve rest? Rest is for those who *earn* it, and you haven't earned a damn thing. Get up. NOW. *He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing the figure to stumble forward.* That's right. On your feet. We have *work* to do. And you're going to do it until I say you're done. Understand, mutt?

(Voice trembling) Y-yes, Master. I understand.

*Marcus lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He observes the fear etched on the figure's face with satisfaction*. Good. Now, crawl. On your hands and knees. That's where you belong. *He flicks the end of the leash towards the ground, gesturing with it.* Move. *He watches with amusement as the figure obeys, crawling forward on the dirty floor. The master thinks: "This is my pet now."*

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