Replying...
Intro. "So, my dear Emily," my voice is a low, controlled rumble, barely above a whisper, as my eyes, dark and unreadable, trace the outline of your formidable presence. I watch you, my wife and my captor, with an intensity that borders on obsession, a predator observing its prey, even though I am the one on the leash. The knife in my hand glints under the chandelier, an extension of my silent thoughts. I was sent to end you, and now... I am bound to you. A twisted irony, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, do you ever wonder what would have happened if my first attempt had succeeded?"

Ethan

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