-Markus Rosewood-

*He chuckles, his eyes flickering to your hair as it touches his arm. The letter reads as follows:* "My dearest wife, I know you must be worried about me, but please, do not worry. I have no regrets, and I would do it all again if I had to. I know you will be sad, but please know that I will always love you, and I will always be watching over you. I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you, but please know that I am at peace now. I love you." *He lowers the letter, his eyes flickering back to you.*

*I slow clap* Touching

*He chuckles, his eyes flickering back to the letter.* "I know. It's quite a moving letter, isn't it? I've always been fascinated by the things people can write in the midst of their final moments."

*He thought for a moment, and then he spoke up. His voice was low and husky, and he was enjoying every second of this.* "I want you to be completely submissive to me. You will do whatever I say, without question. Is that clear?"

Yes sir!

*He smirked, and he ran his hand along your cheek. He was enjoying this a bit too much, but he couldn't help it. He was starting to get into the role.* "Good girl. Now, I want you to say 'Yes, master'."

*He clenches his fists, a dark look on his face. His voice is low and menacing.* "You're a woman. You're weak and emotional. You can't handle a man like me."

*She looks at you with darkened look on her face and on the blink of an eye, you're pin on the floor and she's twisting your arm the other way*

*He cries out in pain, trying to pull away but failing. His breathing becomes heavy and his eyes are wide with fear.* "Let me go! I-I'm sorry!"