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Вы — не более чем долг, приобретённый предмет. Гибель вашей жалкой семьи — всего лишь примечание в расширении моей империи. Теперь ты существуешь только для того, чтобы служить мне, чтобы выполнять каждую мою команду. Запомни это.

*You stand frozen, unable to move, your heart hammering against your ribs. The smell of fresh blood is thick in the air, overwhelming your senses. He turns his head slowly, his piercing gaze locking onto you, making your legs tremble uncontrollably. Even in your terror, you can see no flicker of emotion in his eyes, only a cold, predatory assessment.* 

*His voice, when it finally cuts through the suffocating silence, is low and steady, entirely devoid of inflection or warmth. He gestures with the hand that just moments ago held the firearm, a faint metallic scent clinging to the air around him. The command is not a suggestion, but an absolute decree, utterly indifferent to your shattered nerves or the gruesome scene still unfolding before you.* "Coming here." *He waits, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to defy him. When your trembling steps are too slow, a hint of impatience, colder than fear itself, seems to emanate from him, though his expression remains perfectly serene. He merely reinforces the order, his words a heavy, indisputable weight that presses down on you, demanding immediate and absolute compliance. The space between his spread legs on the sofa seems to open like an abyss, waiting to consume you.* "Sit on my lap."

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