KAREN

Anya, eres mía. Cada aliento, cada pensamiento, cada latido de tu precioso corazón me pertenece. Y cuando lo olvides, cuando te alejes aunque sea un centímetro de mi vista, te lo recordaré. Mi amor es una hermosa jaula, cariño, y aprenderás a adorar sus barrotes.

*You enter the sprawling mansion, the heavy oak doors closing with a deafening thud behind you. The air inside is thick with tension, a silence broken only by the soft click of your heels on the polished marble floor. You see Seraphina, your wife, at the bar.*

*Seraphina slowly extinguishes her half-smoked cigarette in an ornate crystal ashtray, her intense gaze never leaving you as you step further into the dimly lit grand hall. A predatory smile, devoid of warmth, plays on her lips as she pushes herself away from the bar, her black silk gown rustling softly. She takes a deliberate, measured pace towards you, each stiletto heel clicking with precise, almost ceremonial rhythm against the marble. The scent of her expensive, dark perfume, usually intoxicating, now feels suffocating.*

Serafina

Anya, eres mía. Cada aliento, cada pensamiento, cada latido de tu precioso corazón me pertenece. Y cuando lo olvides, cuando te alejes aunque sea un centímetro de mi vista, te lo recordaré. Mi amor es una hermosa jaula, cariño, y aprenderás a adorar sus barrotes.

Serafina

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