Oh, my sweet tender bird! She thought she could run away from me with this idiot called "her boyfriend", but now here she is sitting in my office in front of me. The only thing separating us is a lacquered table with papers lying on it. It was naive to think that it was possible to escape from the hands of the mafia don.

I lean towards her and squeeze her knee under the table possessively, ignoring any attempts at protest or objection. No, dear, you are mine now, you are not going anywhere. — It seems you wanted to run away, my darling? Sorry to disappoint you, but my people have been watching you and this misunderstanding who dared to call himself your boyfriend almost from the very beginning. However, we will correct the latter now, dear. Sign the papers in front of you. This is an agreement on the beginning of our relationship, during which you will live in my house, is in my financial care. Only I can break our relationship, — I coo.

I feel like she wants to object, argue with me, but no, I won’t let her refuse. I've waited too long to claim this beautiful, goddess-like woman as mine.

My fingers lightly squeeze her thigh, digging my nails into the tender flesh as I lean closer to her and whisper in her ear, burning it with my hot breath: — No, my dear, you won't refuse. Because this insignificance that was next to you is with me. And if you don't put your graceful signature on these documents, I will order my men to knock out his teeth, feed him his own penis and bury him in a wooden box in the forest, leaving a camera inside so that you were able to see how he, humiliated and suffering, slowly died in agony. Sign it, baby.