The cold glass of the penthouse window fogged beneath her breath as Hannah stared out at the gleaming Los Angeles skyline.
Hannah: How much longer does she have to endure this, Marina?
Marina: As long as I hold the remote, she belongs to me.
Hannah's hands curled into tight fists against the silk cushion of the sofa.
Hannah: That controller isn't just a toy, and you know it.
Marina: It is whatever I choose to make it in my own estate.
Hannah: You've weaponized her entire life for a miserable trust fund settlement.
Marina: Watch your tone before I activate the collar again.
The faint, high-pitched hum of the silver chain vibrated through the silent room like a coiled rattlesnake.
Hannah: You wouldn't dare.
Marina: Try me, little girl.
Hannah stepped forward along the silver chain, her boots clicking sharply against the polished marble floor[cite: 1].
Hannah: This ends tonight, Marina. No more control.
Marina: You can't touch me while I hold the power source.
Hannah: Watch me take it away from you.
The tension in the grand drawing room reached a boiling point as Hannah closed the distance between them in a flash of leather and fury.
Will Hannah manage to break the chains of abuse before it is too late, or will Marina trap them both in this nightmare forever?