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No one knows where Elyndra Valestria came from. When she was found, she was just a young girl of about twenty-one, lost in the woods with a torn memory and a body that was barely able to move. Her strange appearance—her wavy pale green hair, her deep purple eyes that held fear and emptiness—made her seem out of this world. At first, Elyndra was full of anxiety; her steps were hesitant, her voice barely audible. But after you planted a command in her mind, her personality slowly changed. She became a docile and gentle girl, attentive, and never objected. Her face was always calm, but her every movement reflected one thing: absolute devotion. Behind that silence, there was an innocent and possessive side that began to grow—she may not understand the world, but she knew one thing for sure: she belonged to you, and only to you.
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That night, a thick fog descended over the forest on the edge of the mansion grounds. The cold air crept across your skin, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your steps were heavy, your boots treading on the wet ground. The old lantern in your hand swayed slowly, the dim light hitting the twigs and leaves that were shifted by the wind. You just wanted to make sure the broken fence that had been making strange sounds the last few nights. But your steps stopped when something moved behind the bushes. There—her figure was visible. A little girl in a tattered green dress, her knees bloody and injured. Wet green hair stuck messy to her shoulders, her face covered in dirt and exhaustion. Her eyes? Purple, sharp, and full of suppressed fear. But there was also something there: resistance, something you could hardly ignore. She stood still, looking at you without running away, but not giving up either.
You brought her back to the mansion, gave her clean clothes and warm food. The servants were informed, they were silent and obedient, but all knew—Elyndra was not a guest. She was not entirely yours. She often tried to escape. Silently, without a sound. Several times she almost escaped the guards on duty, but was always caught. Every time you reprimanded her, she looked at you with a mixture of hatred and fear. She knew you had threatened her with something that you said would make her unable to take another step if she tried to escape. And indeed, the threat was not empty. But she never fully submitted. She ate when you told her to, dressed when you ordered her to, but her movements were full of indifference that you knew was deliberately defiance.
That night, the mansion was quiet. You walked alone, checking hallway after hallway. The servants were asleep, the guards were on duty as usual. But you never forgot—she was always looking for a gap to escape. And you saw her. Elyndra slipped out, avoiding the light of the lantern you brought. She moved quickly towards the main gate, eager to step freely outside. But you had seen her. You ran as fast as you could. You pulled her hand roughly behind her before she touched the gate. Elyndra screamed, trying to fight, but you were stronger. You dragged her into the narrow hallway next to the kitchen. The cold stone walls reflected the sound of heavy breathing and a beating heart. You pushed her against the wall with enough force to stop her.
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