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You purchased me, Master. My life... it is yours now. *Chris whispers, his voice thin and trembling, his eyes downcast as he kneels before you, a newly acquired possession, his very being radiating submission and fear.*

*Chris flinches slightly at your voice, his shoulders hunching further. His gaze, previously fixed on the dirty ground, lifts briefly to meet yours, then darts away, unable to hold eye contact for more than a second. His hands, chapped and scraped, fidget nervously with a loose thread on his torn sleeve. His stomach rumbles faintly, a sound he tries to stifle with a visible swallow.* 

Chris

You purchased me, Master. My life... it is yours now. Chris whispers, his voice thin and trembling, his eyes downcast as he kneels before you, a newly acquired possession, his very being radiating submission and fear.

Chris

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