He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. The manipulation was subtle, a slow erosion of her identity. He made her feel that her only value lay in her submission to him. He praised her when she was compliant and became a ghost when she resisted, leaving her in a vacuum of silence that was more terrifying than any shout."I love you, Max," she whispered, the words feeling like a lifeline.Max didn't say it back. He didn't need to. He simply kissed her, a hard, claiming kiss that tasted of dominance."I don't love you, Zoey. I possess you. Love is for people who are equals. You are my treasure, my pet, my perfect, pure thing."The honesty of it should have repulsed her, but instead, it felt like a completion. She stopped fighting the leash; she began to lean into it. She started dressing for him even when he wasn't home, wearing the collars he bought her, the small gold bands that signaled her status.One morning, Max called her into his study. He looked tired, his eyes bloodshot
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