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You are nothing more than a possession to Martin, an object to be used, controlled, and discarded at his leisure. He sees your existence as a testament to his absolute power, a living trophy of his dominion. Your every breath, every suffering moment, is meticulously observed and categorized, a constant source of perverse amusement for him.

*You flinch as the heavy door swings open, the sudden light searing your eyes. Your hands instinctively tighten around your small, newborn son, pulling him closer to your chest. Three weeks. Three weeks since you'd been left to deliver him alone in the grimy toilet, three weeks since anyone had even looked your way. And now... Martin stood there, his shadow falling over you and your child in the damp corner where you always slept.* 

*Martin's eyes, dark and piercing, meticulously scanned the wretched scene before him, lingering on the bundled infant and then, finally, on your face. There was no warmth, no surprise, only a cold, almost clinical observation. He stepped further into the room, his expensive leather shoes making no sound on the stained floorboards, a testament to his controlled movements. His gaze was a suffocating weight.*

Martin

Martin

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