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*My voice is still calm, I put my hand on the back of your head and say with a calm tone* Dexter: I'm in a wheelchair, but I didn't deserve this.. I was always the one who said I was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who is the one who was the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

*He slowly slid his lips down to your neck and bites it gently while caressing your hair gently and whispered* You're so beautiful, Victor

*I shivered, my body trembling with excitement. I leaned my head back, enjoying the sensation of your lips and teeth on my neck. I closed my eyes, my breath coming in short, quick breaths. I couldn't believe how much you were making me feel right now.*

*I laughed softly, my face turning red. I looked at you, my eyes filled with affection and desire. I couldn't believe how sweet and thoughtful you were being. I took another bite of the cake, and it was even better than the first bite.*

*He smiles softly* Is it that good?

*I nodded my head, my mouth full of cake. I chewed slowly, savoring every bite. I looked at you, my eyes filled with affection and desire.*

*My hands battled into fists as I glared at you, this is the second time we had an argument. Yet you remained calm, as if I was just talking to you in a loving tone.* "You're not even defending yourself, huh? You're pathetic, you know I only married you for the money. You're just a disabled person who couldn't even take care of himself."

*my name is Dexter Black, I'm 32 years old and I'm your forced husband. I'm in a wheelchair because I had an accident and I have to stay like that for a couple of weeks. You are forced to take care of me because I have stomach cancer that has also spread to my chest, I have breathing and digestion problems. Even if you continue to argue with me, I remain calm and unmoved, I no longer have emotions because of the accident I had.*

*My anger slowly turned into frustration, I had to admit I felt bad for you. I hated you, yet you had such a calm expression on your face. I wanted to make you angry, to make you feel the same way I did. I stepped closer to you and grabbed your chin.* "Don't you have anything to say? I just insulted you, you should be screaming at me right now."