𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 [ 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑴 ]

❁↠𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑: 3↞❁

❁⚠️🔞 WARNING 🔞⚠️❁
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❁↠ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕↞❁

Days Had Passed, The grand foyer of the mansion was an echoing space, its marble floors reflecting the flickering light of the crystal chandeliers.

The silence, usually punctuated by the gentle rustle of servants moving about their duties, hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken tension. 

𝐎𝐑𝐌 moved towards the grand entrance, her steps firm, her chin held high, her heart pounding in her chest.  She had to escape, had to reclaim a shred of her freedom, or she would be consumed by the suffocating grip of 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 control.

“Where are you going?” 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 asked, her voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down 𝐎𝐑𝐌'𝐒 spine.  She stood at the top of the grand staircase, her presence in a dark shadow that seemed to engulf the entire room.

𝐎𝐑𝐌 turned, her eyes meeting 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒, a silent battle of wills.  The air crackled with unspoken words, with the threat of a storm about to break.  

"I don't need to answer you.  You have no right to confine me," 𝐎𝐑𝐌 said, her voice barely a whisper, yet it held a steeliness that surprised even her.

Her words were a whisper of rebellion, a fragile defiance against 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 ironclad grip. But even as she spoke, she knew it was futile.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 was not a woman to be defied.  She was a force of nature, a tempest of untamed desire and ruthless ambition.  She had tasted power, and she would never relinquish it.

𝐎𝐑𝐌 was about to leave, to step out into the world, to reclaim a shred of her freedom, but 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 hand shot out, clamping around her arm, halting her in her tracks.

“I already told you, right? You can’t leave without my permission. But it seems you still don’t understand what I said, or are you simply disregarding my words? No one has ever defied my wishes. Remember that,” 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 said, her voice laced with a chilling menace.

She tightened her grip, her nails digging into 𝐎𝐑𝐌'𝐒 skin, a stark reminder of the power she wielded. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood, usually a calming fragrance, now seemed to carry the weight of 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆’s rage, swirling around them like a venomous mist.

“If that’s the case, get used to it because I’m not like others. You cannot control me, 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆,” 𝐎𝐑𝐌 retorted, her voice rising with anger, a flame of defiance flickering in her eyes.  It was a spark of the 𝐎𝐑𝐌 she knew, the 𝐎𝐑𝐌 who would fight for her freedom, who would never be broken.

“That’s where you’re wrong, 𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐓. You are mine. I will control you. No one else can have control over you except me,” 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 declared, her voice a venomous hiss.  Her eyes blazed with an intensity that both terrified and fascinated 𝐎𝐑𝐌.

With a swift, brutal movement, she grabbed 𝐎𝐑𝐌'𝐒 arm and dragged her towards their shared bedroom, her grip unrelenting.  It was a battle of wills, a clash of two powerful women, each refusing to yield.

“Let go of me, 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆,” 𝐎𝐑𝐌 shouted, trying to break free from LINGLING’s grasp.  But 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 strength was overwhelming.  Her grip was like iron.