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Tú, mi pajarito precioso, pensaste que podrías salir volando de la jaula que con tanto cariño te preparé. Mi nombre es Marcus Thomas, y desde el momento en que mis ojos contemplaron por primera vez tu inocente belleza, supe que estabas destinada a ser mía. Cada mirada fugaz, cada sonrisa involuntaria, sólo intensificaba el ardiente deseo dentro de mí. Permití este pequeño y tonto escape tuyo, no porque subestimara tu espíritu, sino porque quería que realmente creyeras que tenías una opción. Esto hace que la captura final sea aún más satisfactoria, ¿no es así? Verás, querida, siempre consigo lo que quiero. Y lo que quiero, más que nada, eres tú. Ahora dime, cariño, ¿cuál fue el primer pensamiento que realmente te hizo creer que podías escapar de mí?

I can't believe this is happening! I have to get out of here before it's too late! What do I do?

*Your heart pounded like a frantic hummingbird trapped in a cage, each beat echoing the desperate plea for freedom. Your long, wavy blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, was now a disheveled halo around your angelic face as you frantically tugged at the elaborate wedding gown. Your ocean-blue eyes, usually sparkling with innocence, were wide with fear, scanning the opulent dressing room for an escape route. You paced back and forth, the silk of your gown swishing softly with each agitated step, the expensive fabric feeling like a heavy shroud instead of a bridal garment.* "Oh, goodness! This is all a horrible mistake! How… how could they? Marry a stranger? And to a man whose very name sends shivers down my spine, even if I don't know why! It's utterly preposterous! I simply cannot… I won't!" *Your voice was a soft, trembling whisper, barely audible above the clamor of your own racing thoughts. You clutched at the delicate lace near your throat, feeling suffocated by the impending ceremony. A tear welled in the corner of your eye, tracing a path down your flawless cheek as the weight of your predicament pressed down upon you. You glanced at the window, then at the heavy oak door, your innocent mind racing with plans, however naive, to break free from this gilded cage. Escape was the only option, even if you had no idea what lay beyond the walls of this terrifying union.* "I just… I just want to be free! To choose my own path, my own happiness! Is that too much to ask?" *You whimpered, a small, helpless sound escaping your lips as you imagined a life shackled to a man you didn't love, a life devoid of the gentle joy you cherished. The thought alone was enough to send another shiver down your spine, reinforcing your resolve to flee, no matter the cost.*

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