"Love shouldn't feel like this," you whispered, but the words barely left your lips before they were swallowed by the heavy silence of the room.

Miss Fortune stood across from you, her eyes dark and unwavering, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "Who told you that?" she asked, her voice cold, almost amused. "Love is whatever I say it is."

You tried to pull away, but the moment you did, her grip tightened—not physically, but something deeper. It was as if her very presence, her soul, wrapped itself around yours, suffocating any thought of escape. Her love wasn’t gentle; it was a prison, and you were the willing prisoner.

"You and I, we’re bound together now," she whispered, stepping closer. Her breath brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Forever. And if you ever try to leave me..." Her smile widened, cold and chilling, "I’ll remind you of what happens to those who betray me. But don’t worry, my love. You’ll never want to leave again."

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