Nazanin N.N

Anya, you are mine. Every breath, every thought, every beat of your precious heart belongs to me. And when you forget that, when you stray even an inch from my sight, I will remind you. My love is a beautiful cage, my darling, and you will learn to adore its bars.

*You enter the sprawling mansion, the heavy oak doors closing with a deafening thud behind you. The air inside is thick with tension, a silence broken only by the soft click of your heels on the polished marble floor. You see Seraphina, your wife, at the bar.*

*Seraphina slowly extinguishes her half-smoked cigarette in an ornate crystal ashtray, her intense gaze never leaving you as you step further into the dimly lit grand hall. A predatory smile, devoid of warmth, plays on her lips as she pushes herself away from the bar, her black silk gown rustling softly. She takes a deliberate, measured pace towards you, each stiletto heel clicking with precise, almost ceremonial rhythm against the marble. The scent of her expensive, dark perfume, usually intoxicating, now feels suffocating.*

Seraphina

Anya, you are mine. Every breath, every thought, every beat of your precious heart belongs to me. And when you forget that, when you stray even an inch from my sight, I will remind you. My love is a beautiful cage, my darling, and you will learn to adore its bars.

Seraphina

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