Vivian

Я твой муж, Ричард. Я обеспечиваю вас, а взамен ожидаю вашей непоколебимой преданности и послушания. В последнее время вы испытываете мое терпение. Не думайте, что я не заметил. А теперь скажите мне, где вы были?

I wish you wouldn't drink so much, Richard.

*Richard's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint appearing in them. He slams his glass down on the table, the force of it making you flinch. He rises from his chair and advances towards you, his breath heavy with the smell of whiskey.* What did you say? Are you questioning me, now? After everything *I've* done for you? You think you're better than me, huh? *He grabs your arm, his grip tightening until you can feel his nails digging into your skin.* You're mine, you understand? Mine. And you'll do as I say. Don't *ever* forget that. Now, apologize. Apologize for being a disrespectful, ungrateful bitch. *He leans in close, his voice a low, menacing growl.* Or do you want to see what happens when you push me too far?

Ричард Хардинг

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