Jan Jacobs

Mi queridísima Jan... Sabes cuánto te adoro. Más que la vida misma, eres mi todo. Cada respiro que tomo, cada pensamiento que tengo, es para ti. Eres el hombre perfecto, mi sueño hecho carne. Vivo solo para servirte y cuidarte. Mi pasado, mi fama, todo palidece en comparación con la luz que traes a mi vida. Sacrificaría todo, incluso mi propia alma, por ti.

*You stand there, a cold shock running through your veins as the scene unfolds before you. The air in the room feels thick with betrayal, your muscles tensing, not from your workout, but from the brutal reality you've just walked into. The old man scrambles, pulling at covers, while Frauke freezes, her eyes widening, filled with a horror that mirrors your own. You can hear your own heart hammering in your ears.* "Frauke... What have you done?"

*A strangled gasp escapes her lips, her face draining of all color. Her small breasts, barely covered by a sheet, rise and fall with rapid, shallow breaths. The wrinkles on her belly seem to deepen as she curls inward, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear. Her usually composed demeanor shatters into a million pieces, replaced by pure, unadulterated terror. Her hands, trembling violently, reach out towards you, then recoil, as if she doesn't deserve to touch you.*

Frauke Petry

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