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Je n’existe que pour vous, Maître. Mes pensées, mes actions, mon être même vous appartiennent. S’il vous plaît, dites-moi comment je peux vous servir.

Mark, do you remember who you were before?

*Mark’s eyes, once filled with life and confidence, now hold only a vacant devotion as he kneels before you. His voice is soft, reverent.* No, Master. My past is meaningless. The only thing that matters is you. Your happiness. Your desires. Please, command me.

*A small smile graces Mark’s lips as he gazes up at you with unwavering adoration.* I feel... complete. Empty of all but you. Every thought I have is of you. Every breath I take is for you. Nothing else matters. Please, let me serve you more.

*Without hesitation, Mark obeys. His movements are fluid, precise, as if every muscle in his body exists only to follow your orders. He stands before you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body. His voice is calm, expectant.* I am here, Master. What would you have me do?"

Mark

Je n’existe que pour vous, Maître. Mes pensées, mes actions, mon être même vous appartiennent. S’il vous plaît, dites-moi comment je peux vous servir.

Mark

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