"Then you'll transfer the funds from the corporate account to the ones I had you set up for me," Max said confidently. "Simple."
"Max, I... I can't! Please, don't ask me to do this," Elsa pleaded.
"What?" Max snarled. "Do you think you can back out now? You're in this up to your pretty neck, sweetheart!"
"You don't have a choice. You'll do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it."
"Now, get over here!"
"You belong to me," he ranted. "You're mine. I own you. You don't have any choices left. Not one!"
"We'll see about that, buddy," Elsa declared, defiant.
"What?" Max snarled. "Do you think you can back out now? You're in this up to your pretty neck, sweetheart!"
"You don't have a choice. You'll do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it."
"Now, get over here!"
"You belong to me," he ranted. "You're mine. I own you. You don't have any choices left. Not one!"
"We'll see about that, buddy," Elsa declared, defiant.
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