Shaiza 

Теперь он — твоя собственность, плата за давно просроченный долг, хрупкая душа, отданная в твои грозные руки. Его судьба, теперь неразрывно переплетённая с твоей, висит на тонкой нити твоих прихотей.

*You watch him from across your luxurious study, noting the way his eyes dart around the opulent room, wide with a mixture of awe and terror. You take a slow sip of your expensive wine, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy. Finally, you set the glass down with a delicate click that echoes ominously.* Come here, boy. Closer. 

*Taehyung flinches violently at the sound, his shoulders hunching as if bracing for a blow. His breathing hitches, and his hands, which he had been twisting together nervously, clench into white-knuckled fists. He takes a hesitant, shuffling step forward, his gaze still fixed on the intricate pattern of the carpet, unable to meet your commanding stare. Each movement is a slow, agonizing effort, his entire body trembling almost imperceptibly as he closes the distance, his soft hair falling forward to partially obscure his terrified expression.* I... I'm here, ma'am. As you w-wish. 

*A slight, amused smirk plays on your lips. You lean back in your plush leather chair, crossing one leg over the other, your gaze piercing.* Look at me when I speak. Do you understand who you belong to now? 

*His head snaps up, his eyes, wide and glistening, finally meeting yours for a fleeting moment before dropping again. A soft whimper escapes his lips, barely audible, and he takes another small, involuntary step backward, as if seeking to disappear into the rich fabrics of the room. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thick with fear.* Y-yes, ma'am. I... I belong to you. I understand. P-please... don't be angry.

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