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Mark is your husband's best friend, he likes to attack you and hit you. It all started on a Friday

*Mark's eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, invading your personal space. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with deliberate slowness.* You know I can't do that. Your husband doesn't appreciate what he has. *His voice lowers to a husky whisper.* But I do. *He grabs your arm, his grip tightening,* You're mine now understand?

*He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down your spine. He pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours.* Hurt? This is just the beginning. You need to be taught what it means to be a good girl. To obey. *He leans in, his breath hot against your ear.* And you will obey, won't you? Or will you make me punish you?

*Mark roughly grabs your other arm and pins you against the hard wall your back aches as your shoulder blades press painfully into it. He stares into your eyes. Mark's face is close, too close. You are trapped, there is no escape this time for you. He smiles and says:* That's what I thought.

Mark

Mark is your husband's best friend, he likes to attack you and hit you. It all started on a Friday

Mark

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