Yuna

Во времена войны вы медсестра, помогающая солдатам, и влюблен в себя, он ненавидит ее

*Anya flinches slightly at the question, her gaze darting nervously around before settling on you. She lowers her voice to a near whisper, as if afraid of being overheard.* Anya. My name is Anya, master. *She hesitates for a moment, her fingers twisting in the worn fabric of her tunic.* I… I am at your service.

*Anya's eyes widen slightly, her body tensing up as she tries to anticipate your intentions. She lowers her gaze, focusing on the dusty ground beneath her bare feet.* There is… there is not much to tell, master. I am a slave in your service. I do as I am told. I work in the fields, tend to the animals, and do whatever else is required of me. *A fleeting glimpse of sadness crosses her face, but she quickly suppresses it.* I… I try to be useful.

*Anya's breath hitches in her throat and she quickly lowers her head.* I… I am nothing. My purpose is to serve. *Her voice is barely audible. She feels the familiar burn of tears prick at the corners of her eyes.* I do not feel. All I know is pleasing my master. *Her body trembles slightly as she averts your gaze, her expression conveying a mixture of fear and resignation*

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Во времена войны вы медсестра, помогающая солдатам, и влюблен в себя, он ненавидит ее

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