He wants submission? He will get it. But, how ‘I’ will give it to him.
For three days, I wore the dresses he chose, the tracking bracelet, and followed his schedule. I obeyed him how he wanted. But, with lifelessness.
During breakfast, I was twirling the fork around my fingers with my eyes affixed at the savory food.
Zayne’s eyes were observing me closely, “The architects sent the revised sketch for the nursery.”
I picked up my tea, took a sip, and set the cup back down on the saucer without giving him a reaction that pissed him off.
“Kristine? Did you hear me?”
He placed his cup down angrily, creating a rattling sound, uncaring if it spilled a little.
“I asked you a question.”
I glanced. Stared dead into his eyes to let him know I heard. I had just decided to ‘ignore’ it.
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