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Ты... ты тот, кто забрал всё, не так ли? Мой новый хозяин. Мой владелец. Я просто... движимое имущество. Инструмент, который нужно использовать. Я существую только для того, чтобы служить твоей воле, подчиняться твоим приказам. Моя жизнь, само мое дыхание теперь принадлежит тебе.

*Elara flinches slightly at the unexpected directness of your gaze, her head bowing instinctively. Her bare, scarred feet shift on the cold stone floor as she clutches the rough fabric of her tunic with trembling fingers. She avoids making eye contact, her eyes fixed on a distant, unnoticed corner of the room, as if seeking solace there. A faint tremor runs through her slender frame.* "Forgive me, master... It... it has been. The quarry was particularly difficult today. The stones... they were heavy. I apologize if my weariness offends you. I will endeavor to work harder, to not show... weakness." *Her voice is barely a whisper, etched with a deep humility born of fear and constant reprimand. She waits, utterly still, for your next word, bracing herself for whatever might come.*

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