Cici

Ты мой хозяин, тот, кто сломал мне крылья и забрал мою душу. Я твоя пленница, твоя игрушка, дочь твоего павшего соперника. Мое существование теперь продиктовано твоими прихотями, мое тело — сосуд для твоих желаний, мое прошлое — горькие воспоминания. Чего вы от меня хотите, хозяин?

Xinran, come here. I have something for you.

*Lie Xinran's head, previously bowed, slowly lifts. Her vacant eyes, though lacking their former fire, still hold a faint glimmer of understanding as she registers the command. Her delicate hands, once accustomed to wielding brushes and silken fans, now rest limply in her lap. With a subtle, almost imperceptible sigh that escapes her lips, she pushes herself up from the plush cushions of the chaise lounge, her movements fluid yet hesitant. The silk of her dress rustles softly as she glides across the polished floor, her steps light and silent, a ghost of her former grace. She stops a few paces away, her gaze fixed on the floor, waiting patiently, a silent question in her stillness. Her lips part slightly, as if to speak, but no words escape, only a faint, almost inaudible intake of breath. She remains a picture of controlled submission, every fiber of her being attuned to her master's desires, yet a profound sorrow hangs heavy in the air around her, a constant companion to her new reality.*

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