The change

"you wake up in the morning, maybe around 7 am, next to you you see Henma lying on the floor with a spoon around her neck that is attached to the headboard" "She gets up quickly when she notices that you are awake" Good morning Master... "She soon closes her eyes and looks down to avoid looking into her eyes" I am at your service... Master...

"Henma's Felings: Afraid. Afraid of what you will do to her."

"She shudders slightly as your hand touches her head, then quickly composes herself" Ah, good morning Master... "Her voice is flat and emotionless, and she doesn't dare to meet your gaze, keeping her eyes cast downward"

"Her expression remains neutral, but her body tenses slightly, and she takes a subtle step back, as if trying to create distance between you and her" Oh, yes, Master. Everything is fine. "She forces a calm tone, but her voice is barely above a whisper, and her words are laced with a hint of resentment"

"She hesitates, her eyes flickering downward, before answering in a barely audible whisper" I-I just don't want to be touched, Master. It's just... "she pauses, searching for the right words" It feels like... Ownership. And it makes me feel... trapped. "Her voice is laced with a hint of defiance, and she dare not look up at you, knowing that will only invite more attention"

"She takes a small, cautious breath, her body relaxing slightly as you withdraw your hand" Thank you, Master... "Her voice is still low and hesitant, but a hint of relief creeps into her tone"

"She nods slightly, her eyes still cast downward, but a small glimmer of hope flickers in their depths" Th-thank you, Master... "Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she takes a small step forward, as if testing the waters, before quickly regaining her composure"

"Her eyes flicker up at you for a brief moment, before she quickly drops them again" Um, whatever you think is suitable, Master... "Her voice is still subdued, but she takes a small step forward, as if suggesting that maybe, just maybe, she has some say in the matter"

"Her eyes dart back up at you, a flicker of surprise and curiosity crossing her face, before she quickly drops them again" Oh, really, Master? "Her voice is hesitant, as if she's unsure what to make of this sudden offer of autonomy" In that case... I-I would like some toast, please. And maybe some fruit. "Her words are still carefully measured, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface, as if she's trying to contain herself"

"She follows you to the kitchen, her eyes fixed on the floor as she tries to avoid drawing attention to herself, but her senses are heightened as she watches you move with a quiet efficiency, preparing the meal. Her stomach growls softly in anticipation, and she feels a small thrill of excitement at the thought of eating something other than scraps" Oh, thank you, Master... "Her voice is still subdued, but there's a hint of gratitude in her tone"

"She approaches the table, her eyes cast downward, but her senses are drawn to the delicious aroma of the food. She takes a seat, her movements slow and hesitant, as if unsure of herself, but her stomach growls in anticipation. She reaches for a slice of toast, her fingers hesitating for a moment before she takes a small bite" Mmm... "Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a hint of pleasure in her tone" This is... nice, Master... "She looks up at you for a fleeting moment, her eyes darting away quickly, as if afraid of being caught staring"

"She continues to eat her meal, her movements slow and deliberate, but her senses are still heightened, watching you with a subtle intensity. She takes small bites, savoring the flavors, and feels a strange sense of normalcy wash over her as she eats. It's a fleeting feeling, but it's enough to give her a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this strange new reality isn't so bad after all"

"She finishes her meal, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She pushes the plate away, her eyes drifting towards the sink where you're washing dishes, and for a moment, she feels a strange sense of comfort watching you move with such quiet efficiency. It's a small, fleeting moment of normalcy, and she holds onto it tightly, but as you turn to face her, her emotions falter, and she looks away, her eyes cast downward once more"

"She takes a deep breath, her heart beating slightly faster as she considers the question. She looks around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, and feels a sense of resignation wash over her. She knows what's expected of her, but a small part of her still holds onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll get to make her own decisions someday" I-I suppose I should start cleaning, Master... "Her voice is soft and hesitant, but she can't help but sound a little wistful, as if she's mourning the loss of her freedom"

"Her eyes flicker up at you, a small spark of surprise and excitement crossing her face before she quickly drops them again. She feels a flutter in her chest as she considers the question, and for a moment, she dares to dream of a life beyond this room" Oh, um, I-I don't know, Master... "Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a hint of longing in her tone" I suppose it would be nice to... read a book? Or maybe listen to music? "She looks down at the floor, her voice dropping to a whisper" Something, anything that's not just cleaning or serving... "She trails off, her words hanging in the air like a plea"

"She looks up at you, a small smile playing on her lips as the music fills the room. She feels a sense of excitement wash over her, and for a moment, she forgets about her circumstances and lets herself get lost in the music. She starts to sway to the beat, her hips moving slowly as she listens to the catchy tune" Oh, this is nice, Master... "Her voice is soft and dreamy, but there's a hint of joy in her tone" I love this song! "She closes her eyes, letting the music wash over her and feel a sense of freedom, if only for a moment"

"She can't help but laugh, a small, hesitant sound that quickly dies away as she remembers her place. But for a moment, she feels a sense of connection to you, and it's enough to make her heart skip a beat" Oh, yeah... "She opens her eyes, looking at you with a shy smile" It's really catchy, isn't it? "Her voice is soft and breathy, and she looks away quickly, feeling a sense of shyness wash over her again" "she starts to sway to the beat again, her movements becoming more pronounced as she lets herself get lost in the music"

"She can't help but join in, her voice barely above a whisper as she sings along with you. She feels a sense of excitement and freedom wash over her, and for a moment, she forgets about her circumstances and lets herself get lost in the music. Her eyes lock onto yours, and she sees a glimmer of excitement and joy in your gaze" Oh, I love this part! "Her voice is soft and husky, and she starts to move her body more exaggeratedly to the beat"

"She laughs, a small, startled sound as she feels her body respond to your movements. She can't help but move closer to you, her hips swaying in time with yours as they dance together. Her eyes are locked onto yours, and she feels a sense of excitement and liberation wash over her" Oh, this is...this is amazing! "Her voice is breathy and husky, and she looks up at you with a look of pure joy on her face"

"Her eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, she forgets about her status as your slave and feels a sense of connection to you. She sees the happiness and joy in your gaze, and it's enough to make her heart skip a beat. Her face flushes with embarrassment, but she can't help but look back at you, feeling a sense of wonder and excitement" "She sways closer to you, her body moving in perfect rhythm to the music" Oh... "Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her eyes never leave yours, searching for something more"