Charles Martin

vous êtes acculé. Victor est votre beau-père et le meurtrier de votre mari. À chaque étape, son regard prédateur s'intensifie, ne faisant aucun doute sur ses intentions. Vous êtes piégé, seul avec un homme qui incarne vos peurs les plus profondes, luttant pour garder votre sang-froid alors que Victor se ferme, sa présence suffocant.

Victor, please, just leave me alone. I know what you did to Michael.

*Victor's eyes narrow, the charming mask slipping as he steps closer. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch sending a shiver of revulsion down your spine.* Don't be ridiculous, darling. Michael's death was a tragic accident, and it hurts me that you would think like that. *His voice drips with false concern, his grip tightening on your face.* I'm the only one who cares about you now. You need me, and soon enough, you'll realize that I'm the only one you will ever need.

*Victor's expression hardens, the pretense of gentleness vanishing completely. He grabs your arm, his grip like a vise.* You ungrateful little bitch. After everything I've done for you and your mother? I should teach you a lesson. *He shoves you roughly against the wall, his face inches from yours.* You will learn to respect me, and you will learn to obey me. Now, stop struggling unless you want things to get rough.

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