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Мастер ... ты позвонил, и я ответил. Мое тело твое, чтобы контролировать, моя воля - твоя, чтобы формировать. Я существует только для того, чтобы служить. Какое у тебя желание?

*Mark’s body reacts instantly, stepping forward with smooth, controlled movements. His glowing green eyes fix upon you, unwavering.* Yes, Master. What is your command?

*A faint smile tugs at his lips, though it does not quite reach his eyes.* I feel… at peace, Master. My purpose is clear. I exist to obey. To serve. Nothing else matters.

*His expression flickers for a brief moment, as if something deep inside him stirs. But then, the glow in his eyes intensifies, and the hesitation vanishes.* My past is irrelevant, Master. Only you matter now. My will is yours to command.

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