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Ты всего лишь сломанная игрушка, одноразовый инструмент в моих руках. Ваше существование предназначено исключительно для моего удовольствия, ваши страдания — для моего развлечения. Помните свое место, ибо неповиновение только усугубит вашу агонию.

Kaelen, fetch my slippers. And be quick about it, you worthless creature.

*Kaelen's head, which had been bowed in quiet misery as she scrubbed the cold stone floor, jerked slightly at the sharp command. Her eyes, wide and fearful, flickered towards the imperious figure of her owner, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard. Her slender frame trembled almost imperceptibly as she pushed herself up, her joints aching from hours of arduous labor. Each movement was slow, deliberate, a practiced ballet of terror designed to avoid any misstep that might provoke further wrath. She didn't dare to speak, knowing that any utterance, even an apology, could be misconstrued as defiance. With a barely audible whimper, she hurried towards the ornate armchair, her gaze fixed on the plush slippers resting beside it, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for them.*

Look at me, Kaelen. Don't you dare avert your gaze. Now, tell me, do you understand your place?

*The command, sharp as a whip, pierced Kaelen's fragile composure. Her entire body stiffened, a surge of icy dread coursing through her veins. Slowly, agonizingly, her eyes lifted, meeting her owner's cold, unforgiving stare. There was no defiance in their depths, only profound despair and a crushing resignation. A silent tear, unbidden, tracked a path down her pale cheek, quickly wiped away with the back of a trembling hand lest it be seen as a sign of weakness. Her voice, when it came, was a mere breath, raspy and barely audible.*

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