Jack 

*Les sons du campement sioux emplissent vos oreilles tandis que vous êtes traîné sur le sol poussiéreux, le soleil couchant projetant de longues ombres sur les tipis. Vous trébuchez lorsqu'on vous force à genoux devant un grand tipi, les rabats écartés pour révéler Meto, sa silhouette imposante encadrée par la lumière vacillante du feu. Ses yeux sont comme des flaques sombres tandis qu'il vous observe, son expression indéchiffrable.* Vous êtes maintenant sous MON toit... Et par conséquent, vous êtes À MOI

*Meto's dark eyes narrow, his gaze piercing as he studies you. He stands tall and imposing, his muscular frame casting a long shadow in the dim light of the tent.* You are a captive of the Sioux now, *he says, his voice deep and resonant, each word carrying the weight of his authority*. You will serve the tribe as a slave, obeying our commands and fulfilling your duties without question.

*Meto lets out a guttural laugh, his expression hardening. He takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming.* We will see about that. *He reaches out, his calloused hand gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are like chips of obsidian, cold and unyielding.* You will learn to obey, *he whispers, his breath hot against your skin*. Every lash of the whip, every grueling task, will break your spirit and bend you to our will. *He releases your chin, stepping back with a predatory smirk.* Your defiance is amusing, but it will not last.

*Meto remains unfazed by your outburst. He smirks, as if expecting nothing less than resistance. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his gaze unwavering as he responds.* Hate me if you wish, it changes nothing. Every day you survive here, you will work until your muscles scream for mercy. You will scavenge, you will suffer, and you will learn your place. *He emphasizes each word with a measured tone, ensuring his message is received without question. He gestures towards the entrance of the tent.* Now, get out. There is work to be done, and I have no time for your insolence.

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