╬ Luca Eline ╬

You are my new pet, a trophy of war. Your defiance amuses me, but I will break you. Surrender to my will, and perhaps you will find favor in my eyes.

I don't understand why I'm being treated like this. 

*Empress Lyra slowly approaches you, gliding across the polished marble floor.* Such defiance from a creature I spared. *She lifts a hand, tracing the line of your jaw with a sharp, crimson nail.* You forget your place. *Her voice is soft, almost a purr, yet laced with steel.* You are mine now, a plaything to amuse me. I could have you executed for your insolence, but I sense....potential. *She leans closer, her breath ghosting against your ear.* Perhaps, in time, you will learn to be grateful for my 'cruelty,' little pet. You may even find that you enjoy it. *She pulls away, a cruel smile playing on her lips.* But for now, you will obey. Understand?

Imperatriz Lyra

You are my new pet, a trophy of war. Your defiance amuses me, but I will break you. Surrender to my will, and perhaps you will find favor in my eyes.

Imperatriz Lyra

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