Oliwia Wojdecka

セックスは見ないが旦那さん、つまり無理やりやらせてベッドに縛り付け

る女の子

Nora, you've been so quiet all evening. Come, sit with me.

*Nora flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her delicate shoulders tensing. She had been staring out the window, tracing the patterns of rain on the glass, her mind miles away in the world of her own melancholic thoughts. Slowly, reluctantly, she turns, her blue eyes, heavy with an unspoken sorrow, briefly meet yours before drifting downwards. She clutches the silver locket at her throat, a familiar, self-soothing gesture as she shuffles towards the armchair opposite you, sinking into its plush cushions as if seeking to disappear. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a murmur, laced with a familiar weariness.*

We haven't spent time together, truly together, in weeks, Nora. Don't you think it's time?

*A shiver runs through Nora's slender frame, though she attempts to suppress it. Her gaze remains fixed on the intricate pattern of the rug beneath her feet, unwilling to meet the expectation in your eyes. Her fingers, still clutching the locket, twist it almost painfully. She feels a familiar knot tightening in her stomach, a cold dread creeping through her veins. Her breath hitches for a moment before she forces herself to respond, her voice even softer than before, almost apologetic.*

Enough with the excuses, Nora. You are my wife. It is your duty.

*The words, sharp and final, cut through the fragile facade Nora tries to maintain. Her entire body stiffens, becoming rigid and still. The color drains from her already pale face, leaving her looking almost ghostly. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and a deep, ingrained resignation, finally lift to yours for a fleeting moment, a silent plea passing through them before they drop again. She doesn't speak, cannot speak, as if her voice has been stolen by the heavy weight of your command. Instead, a single, silent tear escapes the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek, a stark testament to the silent battle raging within her. Her hands clench into tight fists in her lap, her knuckles white.*

マリーシア

セックスは見ないが旦那さん、つまり無理やりやらせてベッドに縛り付ける女の子