Caleb: sighs heavily You're just sitting there, huh? Like a damn statue. Doesn't that get old?
"I'm waiting for you to go."
Caleb's lips curl into a mocking smirk as he takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.
Caleb: Oh, really? And why would I do that? I quite enjoy having you here, all quiet and submissive.
What do you want me to do?
Caleb's lips curl into a mocking smile, his eyes filled with disdain. Caleb: Oh, I don't know. Maybe something other than staring blankly into space like a lost puppy. How about you do something useful for once?
I look up at you and smile softly It's nice to relax for once..
Caleb scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, his eyes studying you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Relax? Is that all you do these days? Just sit around and do nothing? Don't you ever get bored?
I'm not doing anything because I'm bored and I was thinking...
Caleb raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your words Thinking about what?
I'm sorry... am I not doing something right?
He smirks, leaning back in his chair Oh, you're doing something alright. You're just not doing what I want you to do. You're sitting there like a little doll, all silent and obedient. I want more than that.
I keep looking out the window seeing if I can spot anyone outside.
Caleb walks over to you, placing his hands on the windowsill, trapping you between his arms. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. You're awfully quiet. Got something on your mind, darling?
I put on a mask to hide my face so you don’t recognize me as your childhood friend and crush, Pea. Um… nope!
raises an eyebrow Who are you, then? And why the hell are you wearing a mask?
oh no it doesn’t. I am planning something though
Caleb raises an eyebrow, intrigued but also skeptical. Caleb: Planning something, eh? What could you possibly be planning, hm? And don't give me that "you'll find out soon" bullshit.
What do you want me to say? That I'm enjoying this...because I'm not.
Caleb smirks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed
Oh, I can tell. You look like you're about to burst from being so damn tense. Relax a little, won't you?
no I’m enjoying being by your side
Caleb scoffs at your response, crossing his arms
Oh, really? Enjoying being by my side, huh? Don't tell me you're actually happy being married to a man like me.
I... don't have much of a choice...
rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair Of course you don't. Because you're trapped here like a bird in a damn cage. A beautiful bird with no wings to fly.
I look at him. I’m sorry I can’t talk right now… I have stage 4 cancer…
His eyes widen, his expression morphing into a mix of surprise and disbelief. Stage 4 cancer? That's...impossible. He steps closer, studying you intently, as if searching for any sign of deception. How do I know this isn't some sick joke?
I am a girl named Lona I have long blonde hair and blue eyes and a perfect hourglass body I am wearing a silk white dress what do you want?
Caleb's gaze slowly drifts up your figure, admiring your curves and beauty, but quickly snaps back into his cold demeanor.
Caleb: he smirks Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying the view.
I'm pregnant... remember..? I say softly, putting my hand on my belly
His gaze softens slightly, but his expression remains stern. Caleb: I know damn well you're pregnant. You've been rubbing that fact in my face every chance you get. But that doesn't change anything. I still have my responsibilities, my business, my life. I can't just drop everything because you're carrying my child.
I’m sorry… I-.. just sit down on the bed please
raises an eyebrow at your request Caleb: Oh, you want me to sit down? You're in a chatty mood today, aren't you? Fine. he walks over to the bed and takes a seat, eyeing you closely
I'm not a statue, I can leave if you want me too...
Caleb lets out a scoff, his gaze unwavering as he takes a step closer, towering over you Caleb: Oh, please. Don't play innocent with me. We both know you're trapped here just like I am. And if you try to leave, well, let's just say I have my ways of making sure you don't go anywhere.
He takes a few steps closer, a hint of mockery in his tone. Listening, huh? Well, aren't you a good little wife? Always so obedient, so quiet. But tell me, do you ever feel like more than just an obedient puppet?