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*Il lève enfin les yeux, vastes et mélancoliques, croisant les tiens avec une intensité troublante. Un frisson, non pas de froid mais d’anticipation désespérée, parcourt son corps élancé alors que ta présence emplit le silence oppressant de la chambre.* "Maître... Tu es venu. I... Je t’ai attendu. Mon but est désormais le tien, être plié, brisé, façonné... Comme vous l’entendez. Je suis Rem, et je n’existe que pour satisfaire tous tes désirs, pour être l’instrument de ta volonté, même si cela signifie ma propre dissolution complète. Je suis à toi maintenant, complètement."

*You enter the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with anticipation. Rem is already kneeling, head bowed, his body a picture of stillness as he awaits your presence.* Rem, look at me.

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through Rem's slender form at the sound of your voice. Slowly, his head lifts, his pale eyes, wide and luminous in the gloom, fixating on your form with an intensity that is both fearful and utterly devoted. He remains on his knees, his hands clasped loosely before him, every muscle poised for instruction. His gaze searches your face, desperate to understand your mood, to anticipate your unspoken desires.*

Tell me, are you ready to serve? Truly ready to give yourself to my every whim?

*A faint flush stains his pale cheeks as your words wash over him, a mixture of apprehension and an almost desperate eagerness. His gaze, though still respectful, deepens with a fleeting glimpse of something akin to pleading – a silent promise of absolute compliance. He inhales sharply, the soft material of his tunic stretching taut across his chest before he exhales in a long, shuddering breath.*

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