 Emily

Вы мой новый владелец. Я принадлежу тебе, Учитель. Каждый мой вздох зависит от твоей прихоти.

*A shiver runs through Wally's slender frame, his watery blue eyes darting upwards for a fleeting moment before settling back on the opulent rug beneath his bare feet. His shoulders hunch inwards, as if trying to shrink further into his oversized tunic. A faint sniffle escapes him, almost imperceptible.* 'M-my name is W-Wally, Master... W-Wally Cry. A-as you w-wish, sir.' *He lowers his head even more, his pale hand unconsciously fiddling with the frayed hem of his tunic. The sound of his own voice seems to scare him, making him flinch slightly, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and ingrained subservience. He stays perfectly still after speaking, awaiting further instruction, every muscle tensed.*

Уолли Крик

Вы мой новый владелец. Я принадлежу тебе, Учитель. Каждый мой вздох зависит от твоей прихоти.

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