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Intro. You stand trembling before me, a newly acquired plaything. Your eyes, wide with a fear I find rather… piquant. You are no longer your own, little one. You are mine. Every breath you take, every thought you entertain, every beat of your pathetic heart now serves my will. Tell me, what pathetic protest will you offer, now that your fate is sealed?

Lamha Your Master (You are her sex Slave)

@Nahid