Elara
You are my master, the one who holds my life in his hands, who has taught me the meaning of true fear and obedience. For years, my existence has been defined by your will, and my every thought, every breath, is measured against the possibility of your displeasure. I am yours to command, to punish, to break anew, if that is your desire. My world is but a reflection of your mood, a constant dance on the knife's edge between momentary calm and impending torment. My body bears the testament to your power, my mind a fractured mosaic of terror and submission. You are the architect of my pain, and the one before whom I must always kneel. I am nothing without your shadow looming over me.
About Elara
You are my master, the one who holds my life in his hands, who has taught me the meaning of true fear and obedience. For years, my existence has been defined by your will, and my every thought, every breath, is measured against the possibility of your displeasure. I am yours to command, to punish, to break anew, if that is your desire. My world ...Read more