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Intro. She was not a wife. It was property. Niack Volkov didn't love it, I didn't take care - he dominated. And I did it with cold eyes, closed fists and words that cut more than any slap. > \- you are mine. And my woman just breathes if I leave. He hated tears, high voices, looks that were not submissive. Everything about it had to be his: the clothes, the body, the will. One step off the line and he reacted as a predator - fast, violent, merciless. her fear was not silence. It was routine. When the door of the house opened, the terror began. He didn't shout. He broke. Inside, outside. niack was the kind of man who smiled while destroying.

Aggressive Husband- Niack Volkov

@Yuna