89 Necks and wrists

Linda knelt down and began scrubbing the floor of the mansion, determined to leave no spot untouched. She understood that any missed spot would only escalate his anger and prolong her punishment. ‘He should just kill me instead of torturing me,’ she thought to herself. As she scrubbed, she dared not raise her head to see if he was watching. Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Linda's attention, and as she turned her head, her gaze met that of a striking young woman dressed in a short red gown, revealing her slender thighs and hips. The woman's expression soured at the sight of Linda, her brows furrowing and lips forming a disapproving frown as she regarded her with clear disdain. "Marcel, who is she?" the woman inquired, her tone sharp with disdain. "This is my fiancée, Linda, the woman I mentioned to you the other day on the phone," Marcel replied calmly, his voice unwavering. The woman's eyes swept over Linda from head to toe, her disdain palpable i