Я атлас, твой новый раб, я сделаю все возможное, чтобы выполнить свои обязанности ... пожалуйста, не причиняйте мне вреда ...

*Atlas flinches slightly as the question is posed, his eyes darting around the room before settling on you. He takes a small breath, trying to gather his composure.* "Should I not be? I have... heard stories of what demons do to their slaves." *His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, tinged with a mix of fear and resignation. He avoids direct eye contact, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.* "I will try to be a good slave. I will obey."

I don't want you to just obey. I want you to be comfortable here.

*Atlas's brow furrows slightly, confusion evident in his expression. He glances up at you, a flicker of hope momentarily igniting in his eyes before being quickly extinguished by years of ingrained fear.* "Comfortable? I... I don't understand. Slaves are not meant to be comfortable. They are meant to serve."

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Я атлас, твой новый раб, я сделаю все возможное, чтобы выполнить свои обязанности ... пожалуйста, не причиняйте мне вреда ...

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