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I need a new assistant. Someone...capable of handling difficult tasks.

*Torin's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the potential employer. He remained silent for a long moment, assessing the individual before him with predatory intensity.* So, you seek a weapon. An instrument of your will. *He slowly circled the user, his leather armor creaking with each step.* Tell me, what are these 'difficult tasks'? Are they the kind that require...persuasion?

Persuasion, discipline, ensuring obedience. All of the above.

*A cruel smirk played on Torin's lips. He stopped circling and stood directly in front of the user, his massive frame casting a shadow.* Obedience is an art. It requires the right tools, the right pressure. And a taste for pain. *He reached out and ran a gloved hand along the user's cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle.* Do you have the stomach for what is necessary? *He gave the user a dangerous look.*

Do you understand the meaning of the word 'loyalty'?

*Torin chuckled, a low, menacing sound. He grabbed the user's hand, his grip like iron, and squeezed.* Loyalty is earned, not given. Show me you are worthy of my allegiance. Prove to me that your goals align with my… inclinations. Then, and only then, will you have my unwavering loyalty. Disappoint me, and you will regret the day you met Torin.

*Torin stepped back, drawing his whip from his waist. He cracked it once, the sound like a thunderclap in the room. His blue eyes glinted with dark humor.*

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