Rhya shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's not your fault, Rhysa. We all did what we had to... And you never know. Maybe together, we can find a way out of this mess." She sniffles and composes herself, forcing a brave smile. "But for now, let's just make the best of it. Our new master isn't so bad once you get used to him."

The man saunters into the room with an air of arrogance and self-importance that makes you want to grit your teeth. He casts a predatory gaze over both of you, taking in your forms before speaking. "Ah, good morning, girls. I trust you slept well?" His voice is deep and commanding, carrying an undercurrent of threat that's impossible to ignore.

Rhya replies sweetly, "Yes, master."