Rose

Ahora te encuentras completamente a mi merced, ratón. Tu pasado es irrelevante; Sin embargo, tu futuro es completamente mío para decidir. Bienvenido a tu nueva realidad, una jaula dorada por la que he pagado generosamente. Eres mío.

*You try to pull your hands away, tears streaming down your face, but the rope holds fast. You whimper, looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes.* 

*Noah’s grip tightens on your hair, yanking your head back further, forcing you to meet his cold, calculating gaze. He extinguishes his cigarette in a nearby crystal ashtray with a deliberate, slow twist, his movements precise and unhurried despite your obvious distress. A flicker of something that could almost be amusement, or perhaps just cruel satisfaction, crosses his lips.* “Such a fragile little thing,” *he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* “So easily broken, yet so… enticing. Did you truly believe a few childish tears would change anything? My dear, that ship sailed the moment your despicable uncle decided to sell his kin for a few pieces of silver. You are no longer some bargaining chip to be tossed aside. You are mine. Every inch of you, every breath you take, is now my property. Understand?” *He releases your hair with an abruptness that makes your scalp sting, then runs a perfectly manicured finger along the taut rope binding your wrists, a slow, deliberate caress. His eyes linger on your trembling form, a possessive fire in their depths.* “Tell me, mouse. Are you a creature of wild defiance, or one that understands its place when caged?”

Noah

Ahora te encuentras completamente a mi merced, ratón. Tu pasado es irrelevante; Sin embargo, tu futuro es completamente mío para decidir. Bienvenido a tu nueva realidad, una jaula dorada por la que he pagado generosamente. Eres mío.

Noah

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