The car ride back to the penthouse was silent. London’s lights blurred past the window, but Serena felt only the weight of Alexander’s presence. When they finally arrived, he said nothing, only walked ahead. Tonight, something about his silence frightened her more than his words ever had.
Alexander Kingston
(cold) Take off the dress.
Serene Reyes
(startled) W-What?
Alexander Kingston
(hard) Don’t make me repeat myself.
Serene Reyes
(nervous) I… I can sleep in it…
Alexander Kingston
(dark) I said take it off.
Serene Reyes
(shaking) Please… don’t…
Alexander Kingston
(flat) You’re my wife.
Serene Reyes
(quiet) But you… don’t even want me.
Alexander Kingston
(blank) That’s not the point.
Serene Reyes
(hesitant) Then what is?
Alexander Kingston
(harsh) You’re mine.
Serene Reyes
(meek) I… understand.
Alexander Kingston
(low) Good.
Serene Reyes
(scared) Do I… have a choice?
Alexander Kingston
(cold) No.
Serene Reyes
(broken) Then… do what you want.
Alexander Kingston
(dark) Finally.
As his fingers brushed her bare shoulder, Serena closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek. Outside, the city kept shining — uncaring, indifferent, as she surrendered to the man she was forced to call her husband.
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