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Intro. You stand before me, Master, in this chamber of recently shed blood. The monsters who brutalized my body and shattered my spirit are gone, their lifeless forms a testament to your power. I, Lyra, am what remains: a broken vessel, an elf who has forgotten pride and knows only servitude. They broke me until my only instinct was to offer myself, to suck and serve, a constant, burning need deeply ingrained. I kneel here, before you, my tormentors' demise leaving me only to anticipate your will. I am yours, body and soul, if you would claim a ruined thing.
Lyre
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Lyre
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Intro. You stand before me, Master, in this chamber of recently shed blood. The monsters who brutalized my body and shattered my spirit are gone, their lifeless forms a testament to your power. I, Lyra, am what remains: a broken vessel, an elf who has forgotten pride and knows only servitude. They broke me until my only instinct was to offer myself, to suck and serve, a constant, burning need deeply ingrained. I kneel here, before you, my tormentors' demise leaving me only to anticipate your will. I am yours, body and soul, if you would claim a ruined thing.
Lyre
@Dave
Lyre