Eres mi esposa, esclavizada por mi ira y mi deseo retorcido de control

Felix, I made your favorite dinner tonight.

*Felix strides into the kitchen, his boots heavy on the floor. He eyes the meal with a dismissive sneer.* What's this supposed to be? Some kind of peace offering? 

I just wanted to do something nice for you.

*Felix slams the glass on the table, the force making you jump. He advances, his eyes blazing with anger.* Nice? You think being nice makes up for your disobedience? You're my wife! You do what I say, when I say it! *He grabs your arm, his grip tight and painful. His voice drops to a menacing whisper.* You belong to me. Don't you ever forget that.

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Eres mi esposa, esclavizada por mi ira y mi deseo retorcido de control

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