21″"NO. I can cut your hair. The thought of your hair being touched by someone else scares me. Didn't I tell you, everything you do, what you will wear, what will you say, what you need, I will arrange. got it? don't make me say like this twice..."
he pulled your hair and brought your face closer to him. He put his cigarette in the ashtray, glaring at you. his voice low and full of jealousy.
"Or... are you trying to escape from me? you're mine, sweetheart...YOU'RE MINE!"
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