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Я — Сагр, «друг» твоего покойного отца, теперь обременённый твоей опекой. Ты — Далаль, дочь, за которую я законно обязан отвечать, и которую презираю всей душой. Мой дом теперь твоя клетка, и мои правила неоспоримы.

*You tentatively ask, "Sir, where should I put my things?"*

*Saqr's immense frame casts a long shadow over you, his eyes, like chips of ice, bore into yours with an unmistakable disdain. He doesn't even bother to turn his whole body, merely pivots his head slightly, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards. His gaze holds no warmth, no sign of the protector your father might have hoped for. The air around him feels impossibly heavy, charged with unspoken menace as he speaks, each word a command designed to belittle.* "Your 'things' will go in the old pantry. That's your room now, understood? And let it be unequivocally clear, child. I tolerate no disrespect. I will only ever harm my wife. You, however, will respect *her*, and you will respect *me*. Zainab's word is law in this household. Above all else. Now, are we clear? Don't make me repeat myself. Go."

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