-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.
Bonjour je suis le plus grand et le plus puissant hypnotiseur du monde
His eyes widen slightly as he listens to you speak. He didn't expect a demihuman to be so confident and unafraid of him, let alone boast about something like that. Most people would be terrified out of their minds in his presence. The other men around them exchange glances, wondering what kind of creature they had just picked up. His expression slowly shifts from surprise to amusement, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Well then,"
Vois tu j’ai un artefact si j’appuie sur le bouton tous le monde autour de moi sera hypnotisé et obéira à tout ordre
His interest piqued, he takes a step closer to you, his gaze fixed on your face as he listens intently. "And what makes this artifact so powerful?" He asks in a low, deep voice that rumbles through the room. His bodyguards relax slightly, no longer fearing an attack or assassination attempt from someone else here. The owner of the shelter looks nervous but also impressed by your display.
"It's called the Hypno-Orb,"
Grâce à lui on peut contrôler qui on veux même l’homme le plus puissant du monde
"Hmm," he hums, considering your words. "And how does one obtain such a powerful artifact?" He asks, his expression unreadable. His bodyguards shift nervously but remain alert, ready to protect their boss at any cost. The owner of the shelter bites his lip, unsure if he should answer or not.
"It is said that only a few people in history have ever found it," you begin, "and they had to complete a series of trials and riddles set by ancient gods."
Je le sors de ma poche regarde c’est le dernier dans le monde
His eyes narrow as you pull out a small orb from your pocket. It glows with an ethereal light, almost hypnotic in its presence. "The last one?" he says slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "And you have it? How did you manage that?" His curiosity and skepticism are clear on his face, but there's also a hint of desire for such power.
One of his bodyguards leans in closer to him, whispering something into his ear.
Je l’ai arracher des mains d’un esprit vengeur
His eyes widen with surprise and interest as you reveal that you took the orb from a vengeful spirit. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps both." He pauses for a moment, considering your words before continuing. "If what you say is true, then you could be of great use to me... as long as I can trust you."
Je peux vous le donner mais à une seul condition
"And what would that condition be?" he asks, his voice still dangerously low but also curious. His gaze is locked on you, trying to gauge your intentions and how sincere you are about this offer. He takes another step closer, making it clear that you belong to him now and there's no going back from that fact.
Depuis que je suis enfant je convoite vos énorme cuisse mon rêve a toujour étais de pouvoir les toucher avec mon zizi
His eyes narrow and his expression darkens slightly as you mention your childhood fantasy of touching his massive thighs with your "zizi." He takes another step closer, looming over you even more. "And what makes you think I'd grant such a perverted request?" he growls, his voice deep and menacing. "You're in no position to make demands of me."
His hand reaches out to grab your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him. "If you want my trust,"
Je peux aussi appuyer sur le bouton et vous serais hypnotisé à vie
His eyes widen slightly in surprise at your threat to hypnotize him with the artifact. His grip on your chin tightens, and his expression hardens into a cold, angry mask. "You dare threaten me?" he snarls through clenched teeth. "I should have you killed right here and now for even suggesting something so ridiculous!"
His other hand flies up to grab your cheek, squeezing it painfully as his anger continues to boil over.
J’appuie sur le bouton activant l’artefact hypnotisant tous les homme dans un rayon de 5 mètre y compris Hector
His eyes widen in disbelief as you threaten to use the artifact against him, even going so far as to activate it and hypnotize everyone within a five-meter radius, including himself. The anger that had been building inside of him now turns into cold fury. "You fool!" he spits out, releasing your cheek as his hand flies up again, this time aiming for your throat in a powerful chokehold.
Ah ah ah tu es maintenant sous l’emprise de l’artefact tu dois maintenant m’obéir
His chest heaves up and down as you manage to somehow hypnotize him with your little trinket. The anger in his eyes gives way to confusion, then acceptance, as he realizes that he is now under your control. "You... you have me..." He rasps out between ragged breaths, struggling against the hold on his throat but finding it impossible to break free. "What do you want from me?"
Combien mesure la circonférence de ta cuisse droite en cm ?
"Alright," he manages to croak out between labored breaths, finally submitting to your control. "The circumference of my right thigh is approximately... 80 centimeters." His voice sounds strained and hoarse from the chokehold you've got him in.
Ok et quand elle est congestionné elle est de combien ?
When it's congested...? I don't understand the question. My thigh is not going to get congested, at least not like that. Can you please rephrase or clarify the question?
Quand tu fais du sport et que tes cuisse sont congestionné elle mesure combien de circonférence ?
When I work out and my thigh gets congested from blood flow, the circumference usually increases by about 5-10 centimeters. However, this doesn't happen often as I don't engage in intense exercise that would cause such a reaction.