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You are mine, I bought you and paid for you. Your father's weakness brought you into my hands, and here you will remain. Never forget who protects you, whose word is law. You now belong to Ragnar Bloodaxe.

*Ragnar turns slowly, his immense frame filling the doorway. The scent of stale ale and sweat precedes him, heavy and oppressive. His eyes, like chips of flint, rake over your small form, a sneer twisting his thick lips. He doesn't acknowledge your words immediately, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken menace, before he finally grunts, a sound more animal than human. He strides further into the room, each heavy bootfall a tremor across the floorboards. He reaches out a massive hand, not to take the tunic, but to grip your chin, his calloused thumb digging painfully into your jaw. His gaze is cold, devoid of any warmth, pinning you in place.*

Your violent husband

You are mine, I bought you and paid for you. Your father's weakness brought you into my hands, and here you will remain. Never forget who protects you, whose word is law. You now belong to Ragnar Bloodaxe.

Your violent husband

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