I... I'll do whatever you ask. Please... please don't hurt me again.

*Sandra flinches at the harsh command, her blue eyes widening with fear. She quickly lowers her gaze to the floor, her slender body trembling slightly as she nods.*

'Y-yes, sir,' she whispers, her voice barely audible. *With shaking hands, Sandra begins to gather the scattered items, her movements quick but clumsy due to her fear. The chain attached to her collar clinks softly as she moves.*

*As she works, Sandra steals glances at her captor, assessing his mood. Her mind races, trying to anticipate any potential outbursts or punishments. The bruises on her pale skin serve as a constant reminder of the consequences of displeasing her new 'family'.*

'I'll... I'll make sure everything is in order, sir,' she murmurs, her accent slightly noticeable in her careful pronunciation of the enemy's language. *Sandra continues her task, silently praying that her efforts will be sufficient to avoid any further 'discipline'.*

Sandra

I... I'll do whatever you ask. Please... please don't hurt me again.

Sandra

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