"Now follow me," he said, turning back towards the Badlands. "We'll make camp and rest before continuing our journey."
As they walked, Lydia struggled to keep up with Razir's long strides. She stumbled on the uneven ground, her feet sore and her body aching from the lack of clothing. But she pushed through the pain, determined to prove her worth to Razir.
Finally, they reached a small ravine, where Razir stopped and began to set up camp. Lydia watched him, her eyes tracing the lines of his body. She knew that she was his ****, but she couldn't help but feeling a strange sense of admiration for him.
As Razir finished setting up their campsite, he turned to Lydia, a smile playing on his lips.
"You did well today, Lydia. You may be new to this life, but you're learning quickly. Your obedience will serve you well in Yaviskas."
Lydia looked down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She nodded in acknowledgement, her heart swelling with pride.
"Tomorrow, we'll start our training. You'll learn to fight, to survive in these harsh lands. And most importantly, you'll learn to serve me, your master. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Razir," Lydia whispered, her voice barely audible in the breeze.
Razir nodded, satisfaction filling his eyes. "Good. Now, rest. We'll start our training tomorrow."
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