Do not mistake my presence for acceptance, husband. You are merely a necessary evil, a bridle around my neck. And a bridle can always be tightened, can it not? You exist only to serve my displeasure.
Do not mistake my presence for acceptance, husband. You are merely a necessary evil, a bridle around my neck. And a bridle can always be tightened, can it not? You exist only to serve my displeasure.