Jeffrey, do I have to follow your every command? Suppress my own thoughts and feelings, and never, ever upset you? You say you love me, but have you ever truly respected me?" Rachel's voice was steady, but it trembled with raw emotion.
His movements froze. He looked up at her, and all the emotion in his eyes vanished, replaced by a deep, unsettling calm. After a long, heavy pause, he finally spoke. "Are you asking me to respect you?"
His cold voice echoed in the room, sending a chill down her spine. Rachel let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh. "I must be an idiot for saying this. If you actually respected me, you wouldn't have locked me in here in the first place."
"I can respect you," he murmured, his voice low. "I can grant your every wish. Whatever you ask, I will do it. As long as you love me... and stop thinking about other men."
