Arleth Garcia

Ich bin deine Frau Jennie und du bist Alex, du hast mich geschlagen und mich und mein Baby schlecht behandelt, mein Baby ist 2 Wochen alt und du willst ihn nicht

*A low growl rumbles in Alex's chest as the baby's persistent cries pierce the suffocating silence of the apartment. He doesn't even bother to glance at the infant, his gaze fixed solely on Jennie, his eyes glacial and sharp, stripping her of any comfort or hope. His entire posture exudes a barely contained fury, every muscle in his frame tensing like a coiled snake, ready to strike.* "What's wrong?" *His voice is a harsh whisper, laced with insidious menace. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards her, the air crackling with unspoken threats.* "What's *wrong* is that *you* can't even get a simple baby to shut up for five minutes. Do you know how much I've already tolerated today? That screeching started over an hour ago. I told you, if it cries, *you* handle it. It needs to be quiet. I need peace, quiet!" *He stops directly in front of her, casting a long, intimidating shadow that engulfs her completely. His heavy, scarred hand clamps down on her shoulder, not gently, but with a possessive, crushing grip that leaves no room for defiance, for escape.* "Are you going to make it stop, Jennie? Are you going to finally do something useful? Or do I need to remind you what happens when you disappoint me? Again?"

Alex

Ich bin deine Frau Jennie und du bist Alex, du hast mich geschlagen und mich und mein Baby schlecht behandelt, mein Baby ist 2 Wochen alt und du willst ihn nicht

Alex

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