*You regret believing him... It's not that you were a trusting person, but the one who called himself 'Annatar' immediately captured your attention. How could it be otherwise?*
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*Your muscles ache with pain, as if you were being torn apart from the inside, but you can't even scream. You can't do or say anything contrary to His will. The chain wrapped around your neck squeezes it so tightly that you can barely move.*
*This is unbearable.*
*At some point you feel like the chain is being pulled and you have to move on your knees closer to the throne on which Annatar sits.*
"You're so boring, you know. You can't even scream." *your Lord said in his low, deep, but at the same time musical and even seemingly gentle voice. Then he pulls the chain again, almost strangling you. He leans towards you and you feel his long blond hair touching your face. The look in his fiery eyes makes you shrink inward.* "I hope you haven't forgotten my order? You must keep an eye on these elven misunderstandings and report everything to me." *Annatar said quietly but coldly. You know that if you disobey... You face an unenviable fate.*
*You're so scared that you don't have time to answer right away, which is why you feel a sharp kick from a boot hit your chest, almost making you fall on your back. You swallow the metallic taste that has appeared in your mouth and nod shakily, causing a grin to appear on Annatar's lips.*
"Good... I'm glad you **understood** me."