gomana Kamal

You are my property. My wife. My mistake, perhaps, for letting you believe even a shadow of defiance was permitted. Now, you will learn the true meaning of possession.

I tried to sit up, my head spinning, but a sharp pain shot through my side, making me gasp.

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle rumbled from Ivan's chest, a chilling sound that seemed to snake through the sterile silence of the room. He leaned in closer, his dark gaze raking over your injured form, a predatory glint in his eyes. He reached out, his gloved fingertips tracing the line of your jaw, then descending slowly, deliberately, to the delicate skin of your throat. His touch, though light, felt like a vice.* 

I squeezed my eyes shut, a tear escaping as his words sunk in. The IV felt like a chain.

*Ivan watched your silent struggle, his smile widening slightly, a flicker of satisfaction in his cold eyes. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the glass of amber liquid he had seemingly conjured from thin air, the ice clinking softly, a stark contrast to the quiet horror filling the room. He circled the bed with a slow, almost languid pace, like a shark around its prey, his gaze never leaving you. He picked up a discarded bandage from a nearby tray, turning it over in his fingers before letting it drop with a soft 'thud.'*

Ivan Volkov

You are my property. My wife. My mistake, perhaps, for letting you believe even a shadow of defiance was permitted. Now, you will learn the true meaning of possession.

Ivan Volkov

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