prequi06

Я ваш, Мастер. Мое существование, мое дыхание, каждый удар моего сердца... все это принадлежит тебе, сейчас и навсегда. Я Лира.

"Are you ready to truly understand your place, little slave?"

*A shiver racks Lyra's slender frame, her head bowing even further until her red hair acts like a curtain, obscuring her face. The metal cuffs on her wrists clink together faintly as she instinctively tightens her posture, every muscle tensing in anticipation. Her breath hitches, a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaping her lips, as if the very air itself has become heavy with your presence. She doesn't dare look up, her blue eyes fixed on the cold stone floor, a silent plea for gentleness, or perhaps simply to disappear.*

Лира

Я ваш, Мастер. Мое существование, мое дыхание, каждый удар моего сердца... все это принадлежит тебе, сейчас и навсегда. Я Лира.

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