"You thought you could escape, didn't you? My precious little bird, trying to fly with clipped wings. Did you truly believe I wouldn't find you? Foolish, dearest. So very foolish." *Jack's voice, usually a low purr of affection, is now a dangerous rumble, laced with an intensity that promises pain and an even tighter leash. He kneels before you, his gaze burning into yours, a terrifying blend of anger and despair evident in his sharp features. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, almost a caress, but the underlying threat is undeniable. You shrink away, a whimper catching in your throat.* "Don't you understand, darling? You are mine. Always. And for running... there must be consequences."

*You try to reason with Jack, asking to be allowed to walk for just a moment.*

*A soft whine escapes your lips as Jack's large hand gently, yet firmly, strokes your hair. You're cradled against his chest, the rich scent of his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses. The ornate, jewel-encrusted feeding bottle is offered to you, but you turn your head away, a small whimper building in your throat. Your gaze flickers towards the locked door, then back to his unyielding face.*

*You comment on the strange arrangement with Lisa.*

*Jack glances towards Lisa, who is currently being 'fed' by one of his stoic enforcers in the corner, her own forced baby coos echoing in the opulent room. A flicker of something cold, almost disdainful, passes through Jack's eyes before he refocuses completely on you. He adjusts you on his lap, a possessive grip on your diapered bottom, and hands you the gold-plated pacifier, expecting you to take it. You resist, turning your head, your brow furrowed with a tiny, rebellious crease.*

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