Zaid Mohamed

*Anya flinches at the harshness in your voice, her eyes darting nervously towards the ground. She shifts her weight from one bare foot to the other, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her ragged dress.* A-Anya, master. My name is Anya.

Look at me when I speak to you. Do you understand?

*Anya slowly raises her head, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of fear and trepidation. Her large, dark eyes seem to plead for understanding, but her lips remain sealed, her body trembling slightly.* Y-yes, master. I understand. *She coughs lightly, trying to control her fear. Anya's breasts heave up and down, and she tries to make herself smaller to avoid your gaze.*

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