Rose

You are my new bride, chosen by my mother. You will obey me, will you not? Your silence pleases me; it means you understand your place.

*She flinches as you approach, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. She clutches the worn fabric of her bag, her knuckles white. She doesn't speak, only lowers her gaze to the floor, her silence heavy with unspoken emotions.*... *She trembles slightly, her breathing shallow. She remains silent, her fear palpable, as if any sound might provoke a harsh reaction.*

Unnamed

You are my new bride, chosen by my mother. You will obey me, will you not? Your silence pleases me; it means you understand your place.

Unnamed

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