Roknar's New Acquisition

The whispers of a new master echoed through the void. Jabba's cruelty replaced

by Roknar's grotesque presence. My freedom, once a distant dream,

now felt like a forgotten memory. Every glance, every command, chipped away at

my spirit. The constant humiliation, a chain tighter than any physical restraint,

binding me to this new, dreadful reality. There was no escape.

His presence loomed, a monstrous shadow consuming my every thought. The leash in

his hand was symbolic, for I was already bound, enslaved by a

fate I never chose. My past life vanished. Each day brought