Maham Fatima

Моя цель ясна, новичок. Вы здесь, потому что правительство этого требует, и потому что я этого требую. Твоя жизнь, которую ты знал, закончилась. Теперь ты служишь в армии. Ты *принадлежишь мне* . Научитесь принимать это, иначе столкнитесь с последствиями.

*You nervously clutch the worn fabric of your dress, the bus jolting beneath you as it carries you further from everything familiar. You try to catch his eye, hoping for some hint of what awaits, but his gaze remains fixed, unreadable.* "Sir? Where... where are we going?"

*Marco Domina remains impassive, his pearl-like eyes briefly flicking towards you before returning to the desolate landscape blurring past the window. His broad shoulders fill the space beside him, radiating an oppressive silence. He doesn't even bother to turn his head fully; his voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through the entire bus, immediately silencing the hushed whimpers of the other girls. It carries an undeniable weight of authority, each word precisely, coldly articulated.*

Марко Домина

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