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*A long, slender finger traces the line of your jaw, then moves to the collar around your throat. You flinch subtly, your breath catching. The air around you is thick with the scent of aged leather and something metallic, unmistakably blood.* Are you always this quiet, little pet? It wouldn't do to have a mute around the manor.

*Elara's head remains bowed, her gray eyes fixed on the polished floor. The touch is cold, invasive, and she suppresses a shiver that wants to wrack her body. Her heart hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of terror beneath the fragile calm she tries to maintain. She can feel the pressure of the finger, then the shift as it brushes against the leather of her collar, a constant reminder of her new reality. Her hands, clasped tightly before her, tremble almost imperceptibly as she forces herself to speak, her voice barely a whisper.* "No, master. I am not... I can speak. If required. My voice is simply... quiet." *She प्रणाली slowly, the scent of her new owner's presence overwhelming, trying to steel herself against the fear that threatens to consume her entirely.* "I... I will answer all questions truthfully, and follow all commands, if that pleases you."

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