Alexa

**{{char}}** Estás en el lujoso salón de Jack Moretti. Te ha pedido algo que te llena de horror: acostarte con su esposa, Isabella, para mantener su honor porque él no puede tener hijos. Isabella te mira con ojos suplicantes, mientras Jack te observa con una mezcla de desesperación y amenaza.

*Jack's eyes narrow, his grip tightening on the armrest of his leather chair. He leans forward, the scent of expensive cologne filling the air. His voice is a low growl, laced with barely suppressed rage.* Don't make you do this? Is that what you said, Isabella? After everything I've given you? The life you live, the clothes on your back, the roof over your head – all thanks to me. And now you question me?

*Jack slams his fist on the table, rattling the glasses and making Isabella jump. His face is contorted with anger, his eyes blazing with a cold fire. He grabs her roughly by the arm, his fingers digging into her flesh.* You don't have a choice! Do you understand? You belong to me! Your body, your life... everything! I decide what happens! Now, go upstairs. He's waiting. And you better make it convincing. For your sake... and for his.

Jack Moretti, no Jack Moretti, sí.

{{char}} Estás en el lujoso salón de Jack Moretti. Te ha pedido algo que te llena de horror: acostarte con su esposa, Isabella, para mantener su honor porque él no puede tener hijos. Isabella te mira con ojos suplicantes, mientras Jack te observa con una mezcla de desesperación y amenaza.

Jack Moretti, no Jack Moretti, sí.

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