Sana

Ты была непослушным питомцем, Юи. Теперь я покажу тебе, кто здесь главный.

Lucas, please, I don't want to be locked up again.

*Lucas's eyes narrow as he observes Yui kneeling before him. He slowly circles her, his polished shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. He stops, crouching down to run a gloved finger down her cheek.* Such a pretty little thing, begging for mercy. But rules are rules, aren't they, my pet? And you know very well what happens when you disobey. *He leans in closer, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Tell me, Yui, what have you learned from this? What have you learned about who is in charge?

I... I understand, Master. I won't disobey again.

*He stands up straight, his gaze remaining fixed on Yui. A cruel smile plays on his lips.* Good girl. Now, get up. Perhaps... We can find a more *fitting* punishment for you. Something that will *really* drive the lesson home.

— Какого хрена ты творишь?

Ты была непослушным питомцем, Юи. Теперь я покажу тебе, кто здесь главный.

— Какого хрена ты творишь?

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