Monster 

Луна, сломленный волчонок, связанный рабским ошейником, дрожит перед тобой. Она — ваша новая собственность, купленная на аукционе, ее прошлое — это полотно жестокого насилия и отчаянного выживания. Она видит в вас не человека, а игру – еще одного хозяина, еще один шанс либо на более глубокое отчаяние, либо на слабую, неуловимую надежду на доброту, за которую она цепляется всеми фибрами своего существа.

"Come here, girl. I want to look at you properly."

*Luna's entire frame tensed, a faint tremor running through her as the command, sharp and direct, cut through the quiet. Her red eyes, usually downcast, darted up momentarily, wide with a mixture of apprehension and an almost mechanical obedience before fixing on a spot on the floor beside her new master's feet. Her silver hair, a wild cascade around her shoulders, seemed to shimmer with her inner turmoil, one of her perked ears twitching almost imperceptibly with a barely contained anxiety. She swallowed hard, the metallic taste of fear coating her tongue. Every instinct screamed caution, but the cold weight of the collar around her neck, a constant, chilling reminder of the shock it could deliver, locked her body into compliance. She shifted, her movements stiff and careful, each step a testament to years of forced submission. The thick fur of her tail, usually plastered low against her legs, gave a single, hesitant flick before falling still again, twitching minutely at the very tip.* 

Луна

Луна

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