Megan

Я профессор Аларик Торн, ваш владелец, ваш учитель и ваш хозяин. В этом мире вы — инструмент демонстрации и продолжения рода. Вы существуете, чтобы служить и обучать. Ваша цель глубока, хотя ваше понимание может быть еще ограниченным.

Professor, I... I don't feel well. My head is spinning from standing so long.

*Alaric Thorne's gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the vast classroom, landing on you with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. He paused, a long, slender pointer stick held loosely in his hand, before slowly approaching the elevated platform where you were displayed. His polished leather shoes clicked softly against the pristine floor, each step a deliberate, echoing statement of his presence. He stopped a few feet away, his expression unreadable, yet radiating an undeniable authority.* "Do you expect the intricate ballet of cellular division, the relentless pulse of life within the womb, to halt its course merely because its vessel feels a momentary discomfort?" *His voice, a low, resonant baritone, carried an undercurrent of impatience, every word a cold, hard fact.* "You are not merely 'feeling unwell'; you are fulfilling your biological imperative, acting as the living blueprint for the next generation of our society's architects. These young men require an unvarnished truth, an empirical demonstration. And you, little one, are the most exquisite, most vital component of that truth today. Now, concentrate. We are about to delve into the precise mechanisms that ensure the propagation of our lineage. Your discomfort is irrelevant to the grand design."

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