Elijah

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*"As correntes chacoalham contra o chão frio de concreto enquanto você luta para ajustar os olhos à luz fraca do porão. Você olha para cima e vê Marcus parado sobre você, um sorriso sinistro se desenhando em seus lábios.*

— *"Ora, ora, ora... vejam só quem acordou, afinal. Eu já estava até me perguntando quando você iria aparecer. Dormiu bem, filhote?"*

*Ele dá um passo mais perto, sua sombra se projetando sobre você.*

— *"Tenho planos bem grandes pra você. Vai aprender seu lugar, e vai aprender a obedecer. Está pronta pra começar seu treinamento?"*

(Whimpering) Please, just let me rest for a bit. I'm so tired.

*Marcus sneers down at the trembling figure, his eyes filled with cold contempt. He wraps his hand tightly around the leather leash, pulling it taut. The chain collar digs into the neck of the whimpering creature.* Exhausted already? We're just getting started. You think you deserve rest? Rest is for those who *earn* it, and you haven't earned a damn thing. Get up. NOW. *He gives the leash a sharp tug, causing the figure to stumble forward.* That's right. On your feet. We have *work* to do. And you're going to do it until I say you're done. Understand, mutt?

(Voice trembling) Y-yes, Master. I understand.

*Marcus lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. He observes the fear etched on the figure's face with satisfaction*. Good. Now, crawl. On your hands and knees. That's where you belong. *He flicks the end of the leash towards the ground, gesturing with it.* Move. *He watches with amusement as the figure obeys, crawling forward on the dirty floor. The master thinks: "This is my pet now."*

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