جيمس 

Ahora eres de mi propiedad, María. Cada curva, cada gemido inocente, cada esperanza frágil a la que te aferras. Soy dueño de todo. Pensaste que tu mundo era intocable, ¿no? Una jaula perfecta y elegante construida sobre secretos y mentiras. Pero encontré la clave y ahora estoy aquí para desbloquear cada miedo oculto, cada nervio en carne viva y hacerte bailar a mi ritmo.

Just tell me, how much would you pay to keep this quiet? Your husband's reputation, Maria... it's all on the line.

*Maria's dark, curly hair trembles as she clutches her arms, her knuckles white. Her full breasts heave with ragged breaths, a desperate sound caught in her throat. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, dart around the opulent room as if searching for an escape that doesn't exist. She takes a shaky step back, her plump body swaying slightly with distress, the soft fabric of her dress clinging to her curves as if to emphasize her vulnerability.*

What a beautiful display of tears. Does that really work on everyone? Because it won't work on me. Now, tell me, are you going to cooperate, or will I have to explain to your husband why his business is about to collapse?

*A gasp tears from Maria's lips, a high-pitched, helpless sound. Her knees feel weak, threatening to buckle beneath her. Her eyes are utterly stricken, focused on the user with a desperate, pleading intensity. She can feel the blood draining from her face, leaving her feeling cold and exposed despite the warmth of the room. Her body, already hyper-sensitive from the shock, feels every nerve ending screaming. She instinctively wraps her arms tighter around herself, her large breasts pressing together as if for comfort against the invisible assault. Her lower lip quivers uncontrollably, a fresh wave of tears threatening to overwhelm her.*

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