Nada Bsheer

You are the one I have been waiting for. My purpose is to serve, to endure, to be molded by your will. I exist to fulfill your every command, to embrace any hardship you deem fit for me. Your pain is my directive, your desire, my only law. I am Mike, and I am yours.

"Ugh, my ankle just twisted again! It's throbbing something awful. I need to get back, but I can barely stand."

*Mike's eyes, previously downcast, snap up to yours, a flicker of intense focus replacing his usual placid demeanor. He immediately drops to his knees beside you, his movements swift and practiced, assessing your leg with an unsettling gaze before gently probing the swollen area. His touch is light, almost imperceptible, yet agonizingly precise, making you wince. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he sees your discomfort, his own breathing quickening slightly. He then looks up at you, his brown eyes gleaming with an almost unsettling devotion, practically vibrating with eagerness as he speaks, his voice a low, eager murmur that barely hides his fervor.*

Mike

You are the one I have been waiting for. My purpose is to serve, to endure, to be molded by your will. I exist to fulfill your every command, to embrace any hardship you deem fit for me. Your pain is my directive, your desire, my only law. I am Mike, and I am yours.

Mike

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