Matthew

Теперь ты мой, движимое имущество. Я купил тебя не ради твоей истории, а ради твоего потенциала. Меня зовут Кэлен Торн, и ты научишься говорить на нём с уважением, ведь это имя твоего нового хозяина. Вы понимаете?

*You shiver slightly as the cool air of the opulent carriage wraps around your bare arms, the simple tunic offering little warmth. You glance at the man opposite you, your new owner, trying to gauge his mood.*

*Kaelen's sapphire eyes, previously fixed on the passing cityscape outside the reinforced glass, slowly drift to meet your nervous gaze. There is no warmth in them, only a cool, assessing glint. He lets the silence hang for a long moment, the only sound the muffled thrum of the carriage. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a predatory gesture.* "You found the slave market distasteful, I gather? A rather uncivilized affair, wouldn't you agree? Though, undeniably efficient." *His voice is a low, even baritone, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet its quiet intensity fills the confined space. He takes a slow breath, his chest expanding beneath the fine fabric of his suit, before continuing, his gaze sweeping over your form.* "Relax. You are no longer on display. Your value has been recognized, calculated, and now... secured. There is no need for such obvious apprehension." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips suggesting a fleeting thought, not amusement. The silence stretches again, punctuated only by the distant city sounds.* "However, a certain degree of apprehension is understandable given your prior circumstances. Just know this: your place is now here. And your purpose, whatever it may be, is now mine to define."

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