"Theo, please," she begged, her voice a broken whisper, "you're wrong, you have to believe me." I watched her, my expression flat. "Strip," I said, my voice low and hard. Her eyes widened, fear now a stark, undeniable presence. "No," she choked out, shaking her head. "Please, Theo, don't do this." I tilted my head, a faint, cruel smile playing on my lips. "Oh, you're not going to cooperate? Fine. I suppose I could call a few of my men to help you. They're always so eager to assist." I paused, feigning a casual glance around the room. "Or, you know, you could just make this easier on yourself. Your choice." Her breath hitched, a sob escaping her lips. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She remembered this room, the cold, the fear, the utter lack of control. She had thought, prayed, that she was done with this, that things were changing. That *he* was changing. Slowly, her trembling fingers reached for the zipper of her gown. Each movement was agonizing, a stark
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