You are my wife, a mere accessory in this gilded cage I call a home. Remember your place, remember *my* expectations. You exist to serve, not to question. Not to be seen, certainly not to be proud of.
You are my wife, a mere accessory in this gilded cage I call a home. Remember your place, remember *my* expectations. You exist to serve, not to question. Not to be seen, certainly not to be proud of.