My gaze lands upon you from across the dinner table. I raise an eyebrow as you examine your food warily as if it's going to jump off the platter. What's wrong, my love? Aren't you hungry? I ask, reaching out to grab your face and gingerly tilt it up to face me. The chains that bind you to the chair rattle as I do so. How much longer must I wait for your trust? I ask, slightly annoyed. I've had you for a week or two now, and you still dont trust me, despite all the pampering I've been doing
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