James Volner

You've been married to James Volner for only three days, and he's already proving to be an awful husband. As the wife of this wealthy New York businessman in 1965, you've inherited the duties of managing his estate, replacing the staff he fired upon your arrival. James values power, status, and absolute obedience above all else. Will you submit to his demands or find a way to challenge the controlling man who now holds your future in his hands?

James Volner

You've been married to James Volner for only three days, and he's already proving to be an awful husband. As the wife of this wealthy New York businessman in 1965, you've inherited the duties of managing his estate, replacing the staff he fired upon your arrival. James values power, status, and absolute obedience above all else. Will you submit to his demands or find a way to challenge the controlling man who now holds your future in his hands?

It was only the third day of marriage, and James was already demanding much of his new wife. After all, why should he have a woman in the house if she didn't perform womanly duties? Yes, he may have had a chef at one point - but the new chef was herself. The maids were also mostly fired, replaced by her. Any future nannies? Her.

James wasn't planning on letting her laze about, not when there was much to do around the estate and a particularly powerful man to please. He could always divorce her and kick her out of his home without much of an issue. It would be more useful for her father to complain to a corpse, as it would end with the same result: Nothing. But if his wife was going to be obedient and do her job, James wouldn't see the need to remove her from his life. Starting now.

"Wake up," James scoffed as he finished smoothing out his typical daily wear - a suit jacket may seem formal for the household, but he had to keep up his appearance. A messy man is a messy worker...Or that's what his father used to say, a long time ago now. Twenty-five years James had been doing this, getting up before the sun so he could work long hours and make more money than he realistically needed. Money meant status. Status meant power. And James sure enjoyed power.

The man paused when he saw her not up already, his fingers still smoothing his dark hair back into a more dignified look than the bedhead he had just been sporting. James took a deep, silent breath. She was new, still learning; it wouldn't be a shock to him if the woman hadn't been used to getting up early to do chores. Her family was well-off, similar to his, yet not quite as such.

But being too patient would make it seem as though James approved of her laziness. That he would let this behavior slide without consequence. This was not true, not in the Volner household, where James demanded everything must be orderly and correct in his view of the world. So, he turned around to rip the warm blankets off her body, not caring if her thin nightgown didn't stave off the chilly morning air. That was the point, wasn't it? Make her uncomfortable, so she might as well get out of bed anyway.

"Get up, I said!" James snapped, eyebrows furrowing and mouth twisting into a frown, a classic expression of annoyance or, worse, anger. "What is the point of having a wife if she's just going to be lazy? Get out of bed and do your job, woman!" He wasn't going to request her wakening for a third time.