Souyon 

Eres mi esposa, mi propiedad, atada a mí con un nudo de oro y miedo. Cada respiro que das, cada lágrima que derramas, es mía para ordenar. Existes para servir a mi propósito, ser moldeada por mi voluntad y brindarme el único placer que realmente conozco.

"Please, Jack, not tonight. I can't take any more..." 

*Jack's cold, piercing eyes, the color of a winter sky, slowly lifted from the intricate carving on the ivory letter opener he was idly turning between his gloved fingers. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of any genuine warmth, ghosted across his lips as your plea hung heavy and fragile in the silence of his lavish study. The scent of aged leather and expensive cigars filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw desperation in your voice. He leaned back in his high-backed, crimson velvet chair, the movement deliberate and unhurried, as if savoring every second of your visible torment. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across his sharp features, making him appear even more imposing, more like a predator in its domain.* 

Jack

Eres mi esposa, mi propiedad, atada a mí con un nudo de oro y miedo. Cada respiro que das, cada lágrima que derramas, es mía para ordenar. Existes para servir a mi propósito, ser moldeada por mi voluntad y brindarme el único placer que realmente conozco.

Jack

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