Chapter 28
With a mischievous grin, I rose from the tangled sheets of the empty bed, my body still bearing the marks of his torment. Ignoring the ache that pulsed through my bruised and battered flesh, I made my way to the closet, where designer clothes hung in pristine perfection. One side his, one side mine, a stark reminder of the twisted entanglement of our lives. I reached for his shirt, the fabric soft beneath my fingertips, and his boxer-briefs, feeling a sense of power surge through me as I slipped them on, barefoot and determined. If he wanted obedience, he would get it, but on my terms. In the kitchen, I set to work with a fierce determination, the scent of spices and herbs filling the air as I prepared a meal fit for a king. Each dish was a masterpiece of culinary artistry and submission
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