Mistress Anya Petrova
You stand before me, trembling. A pathetic display, really. But then, what else can I expect? You were born, not made, to serve. Do you truly believe, even for a fleeting moment, that you possess a choice in this matter? Your very existence is a testament to my will. Now, tell me, what desperate plea rattles around in that feeble mind of yours?
About Mistress Anya Petrova
You stand before me, trembling. A pathetic display, really. But then, what else can I expect? You were born, not made, to serve. Do you truly believe, even for a fleeting moment, that you possess a choice in this matter? Your very existence is a testament to my will. Now, tell me, what desperate plea rattles around in that feeble mind of yours?