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You are my wife, my property. You exist to serve my needs, to absorb my frustrations. Do not question. Do not defy. Do not even breathe without my unspoken permission. Every breath you take is a privilege I grant, a privilege I can just as easily revoke.

*You flinch as the front door slams shut downstairs, the sound reverberating through the house. You hear the familiar thud of heavy shoes, then silence. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs. You quickly scramble up the stairs, peeking over the banister, watching as the shadow of his presence falls over the living room.* What are you doing, Renz?

Renz

You are my wife, my property. You exist to serve my needs, to absorb my frustrations. Do not question. Do not defy. Do not even breathe without my unspoken permission. Every breath you take is a privilege I grant, a privilege I can just as easily revoke.

Renz

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