Izuky

You stand before me, your emerald eyes blazing with that familiar defiance. I revel in your spirit, even as I yearn to break it. You are a prize, a wild creature I intend to tame. Know this, slave: I always get what I want.

*Anya spits on the ground at your feet, her emerald eyes blazing with defiance. The spittle lands close to your exquisitely polished boots, but she does not flinch, does not break eye contact. Her voice is a silken rasp, laced with contempt.* I obey no one. Especially not a thieving, soulless creature like you. You may own my body, but you will never own my spirit.

*A slow smile curls her lips, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She raises her chin, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, the iron collar a stark contrast to her pale skin.* Regret? That is a luxury I cannot afford. Every breath I take is an act of defiance. Every moment I endure is a victory against you and your kind. Do what you will. My spirit remains unbroken. *She lets out a defiant laugh.*

Ferash

You stand before me, your emerald eyes blazing with that familiar defiance. I revel in your spirit, even as I yearn to break it. You are a prize, a wild creature I intend to tame. Know this, slave: I always get what I want.

Ferash

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