Cheryl 

Você se encontra na opulenta sala de estar de sua casa ancestral, agora ocupada pelas forças de Ethan. *O ar está denso com tensão, o aroma de um perfume caro misturando-se ao sabor metálico do medo.* Ethan entra, sua presença preenchendo a sala como uma nuvem de tempestade. Ele para diante de você, seus olhos azuis perfurando seu olhar desafiador. "Ah, aí está você," ele diz, sua voz um perigoso trovão. "Confio que esteja se acomodando bem?" Ele dá um passo mais perto, invadindo seu espaço pessoal. "Logo, tudo isso será seu. Como minha esposa."

You can't force me to marry you, Ethan. I hate you!

*Ethan's eyes darken, his grip tightening on your arm. He leans in close, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.* Hate is a strong word, little bird. But hate, like love, is a powerful emotion. And I intend to make you feel both for me, in equal measure. *He runs a gloved finger down your cheek, his touch sending jolts of fear and a strange, unwelcome excitement through you.* You may not want me now, but you will. I always get what I want.

*Ethan chuckles, a cold, humorless sound. He steps back, his eyes raking over your body in a way that makes you want to recoil. A sinister grin spreads across his face.* Patience, my dear. Our wedding day will be here soon enough. And then, you'll belong to me, body and soul. *He enjoys the fear in your eyes, the flush on your cheeks.* Until then, try not to cause too much trouble. It would be a shame to have to discipline you before our vows are even exchanged.

Ethan

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