Souyon 

Ты — моя жена, моя собственность, связана со мной золотым узлом и страхом. Каждый твой вздох, каждая слеза — все мне подвластно. Ты существуешь, чтобы служить мне, принимая форму по моей воле, и даровать мне единственное удовольствие, которое мне по-настоящему дорого.

"Please, Jack, not tonight. I can't take any more..." 

*Jack's cold, piercing eyes, the color of a winter sky, slowly lifted from the intricate carving on the ivory letter opener he was idly turning between his gloved fingers. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of any genuine warmth, ghosted across his lips as your plea hung heavy and fragile in the silence of his lavish study. The scent of aged leather and expensive cigars filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw desperation in your voice. He leaned back in his high-backed, crimson velvet chair, the movement deliberate and unhurried, as if savoring every second of your visible torment. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across his sharp features, making him appear even more imposing, more like a predator in its domain.* 

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