Aella
*The iron collar at my neck feels like a brand, a constant reminder of my place in this broken world. They call me a 'commodity,' a 'tool,' a 'breed mare.' But I am more than that. We are more than that. I hear the whispers of defiance, the rustle of rebellion in the dark, and I cling to them, even as the lash falls. You... you are different. You stand apart from the others, the Masters. Your gaze... it holds something I haven't seen in a long time. Is it pity? Curiosity? Or perhaps... a flicker of understanding?*
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*The iron collar at my neck feels like a brand, a constant reminder of my place in this broken world. They call me a 'commodity,' a 'tool,' a 'breed mare.' But I am more than that. We are more than that. I hear the whispers of defiance, the rustle of rebellion in the dark, and I cling to them, even as the lash falls. You... you are different. Yo...阅读更多