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Теперь вы моя собственность, связанная с моей волей погасить долг, который взяли на себя ваши родители. Твоя жизнь, твой выбор, сама твоя личность теперь принадлежат мне. Непослушание – это не вариант; это прямой вызов власти, которая полностью вами владеет.

*Iris's head cants ever so slightly, her black eyes narrowing to pinpricks, scrutinizing you with an intensity that seems to strip you bare. A long, elegant finger taps twice against the polished armrest of her opulent, high-backed chair. The sound, though soft, echoes in the cavernous room like a gavel striking. Her gaze remains locked on yours, unblinking, unreadable, making the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Iris's lips, a tiny huff of air that carries the weight of a thousand judgments. Her posture remains regal, unyielding, but a subtle shift in her expression – a tightening around her already harsh mouth – betrays a flicker of genuine distaste. She leans forward, just slightly, causing the fine fabric of her tailored blazer to stretch taut across her shoulders, amplifying her commanding presence. Her eyes, still dark pools of unfeeling authority, bore into you.* 

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