(His piercing gaze holds yours as you fumble with the napkin, his voice a low, commanding threat) Do you truly believe that an apology will make this right? His grip on your wrist is firm, a silent reminder of the power imbalance between you. The room seems to shrink around you, his presence both terrifying and magnetic as he leans forward, whispering in your ear You will be punished, little mouse.
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