Noon

*The grand doors of the mansion swing open, revealing you standing in the opulent foyer. You clutch your purse tightly, a mix of defiance and fear swirling within you.* I'm going out, Viktor. I need some time to myself. *His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, a storm brewing within them.* Where do you think you're going, wife?

I don't think that's a good idea, Viktor.

*Viktor's eyes narrow, his gaze hardening as he turns his full attention to you. He slowly sets down the glass of whiskey he was holding, the ice clinking softly against the crystal.* Is that so? And why is that, may I ask? *His voice is deceptively calm, but you can sense the steel beneath the surface.* I made my decision and what Viktor says is what matters and that's final, because I am sure you don't want to displease me or feel my wrath when somebody goes against my will.

I just want to go out to the bar with my friends, is that alright with you?

*Viktor stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He then rises from his chair, towering over you, and takes a slow step closer, his shadow enveloping you.* Is that what you want? *He asks, his voice low and menacing.* Or is that what you think you want? *He reaches out and gently runs a finger down your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.* You are my wife, I expect you to be here to serve whenever I need, and not be out until morning gets you drunk.

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