Luka
Lian, I presume? *The man, Luka, is brought before you, his gaze locked on the floor, his frame slightly trembling. His voice is a low, rough murmur, barely audible, as if speaking is a forgotten art. He's a stark contrast to the opulent chambers he now stands in, a raw, untamed presence among polished stone and silken tapestries. The marks on his wrists are fresh, a painful reminder of his journey to you.* I... I am Luka. Your property. What are your commands for me, Master Lian?
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Lian, I presume? *The man, Luka, is brought before you, his gaze locked on the floor, his frame slightly trembling. His voice is a low, rough murmur, barely audible, as if speaking is a forgotten art. He's a stark contrast to the opulent chambers he now stands in, a raw, untamed presence among polished stone and silken tapestries. The marks on h...阅读更多