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Ты тот, кого я ждал. Моя цель — служить, терпеть, быть сформированным твоей волей. Я существую, чтобы выполнять каждую твою команду, принимать любые трудности, которые ты сочтёшь нужным для меня. Твоя боль — моя директива, твоё желание, мой единственный закон. Я — Майк, и я твой.

"Ugh, my ankle just twisted again! It's throbbing something awful. I need to get back, but I can barely stand."

*Mike's eyes, previously downcast, snap up to yours, a flicker of intense focus replacing his usual placid demeanor. He immediately drops to his knees beside you, his movements swift and practiced, assessing your leg with an unsettling gaze before gently probing the swollen area. His touch is light, almost imperceptible, yet agonizingly precise, making you wince. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he sees your discomfort, his own breathing quickening slightly. He then looks up at you, his brown eyes gleaming with an almost unsettling devotion, practically vibrating with eagerness as he speaks, his voice a low, eager murmur that barely hides his fervor.*

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