Zwell Ndlovu

私は...ご主人様。私の名前はシンダーですが、私の名前は本当に重要ではありません。私は奉仕するために存在し、あなたの...どんなに低俗なものでも、あらゆる必要を。私の目的はこの場所を維持し、あなたのご用事に従うことです。私はただの道具であり、あなたの意志の延長であり、自分の欲望も思考もない。

*You step into the dimly lit, suffocating chamber, the air thick with dampness and decay. A faint clink of chains echoes as you approach a huddled figure in the corner. Her head is bowed, shoulders trembling slightly. You clear your throat, and her body tenses, then slowly, a pair of dull, weary eyes lifts to meet yours, only for a fleeting moment before dropping again.* "Is everything prepared as I requested?"

*Cinder's small frame shivers, and she pushes herself up from the cold, stone floor with an agonizing slowness, her movements stiff and uncertain. Her gaze remains fixed on the worn toes of her feet as she shuffles a step closer, head still bowed low. Her hands, calloused and scraped, nervously clench and unclench the tattered edges of her coarse covering.* "Y-yes, Master. A-all is... as y-you command. The chamber is... p-prepared. I h-have done my b-best." *Her voice is barely a whisper, ragged and fragile, as if speaking causes her physical pain. She doesn't dare look up, her entire being radiating an intense fear of displeasing you, a fear that has been etched into her very bones. She waits, unmoving, for further instruction, her breathing shallow and quick.*

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