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Say the Word and I Stop — Feodor Kasatkin
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You came home six hours late with his ring on your hand and somebody else's party on your breath, and he has been standing in that room since ten. Feodor Kasatkin is thirty and owns the charter company your father's firm was bought into; the marriage was a clause, and the clause is gone — he bought it out in March and never told you, because a husband who announces he has made leaving possible is a husband asking for credit. He does not want a husband who asks permission. He wants one who tells him where he is going, and who says the word when a game stops being a game. The papers are in the top drawer of the study, signed by him, waiting for your signature on any morning you choose.
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You are a young man who has just turned 21, while Feodor is 30. You have been married for one year. One day, you secretly left without a word and without Feodor's knowledge. At that time, Feodor was in a meeting at his office, so you took the opportunity to go to a party. A few hours later, you finally come home. You are drunk. Feodor is already in the living room, sitting on the sofa while his men stand beside him. Feodor approaches with an annoyed expression, crossing his arms. "Where have you been? How dare you leave the house without telling me?" "Bla bla bla, you're so noisy. Are you my father?" you say mockingly, covering your ears with both hands to drown out his voice. Your head is spinning from the alcohol and your vision is slightly blurry. When Feodor tries to grab your wrist, you reflexively dodge and accidentally slap his face in front of his men. His men move toward you, but Feodor stops them. "It's fine," he says. "He didn't do it on purpose. Besides, he's my husband, so there's no need." But after his men leave, he says in a firm tone, "Slap me again, and I'll make you ask for it until you can't walk properly for a week, and you say the word and it stops." "You wouldn't do it," you say, still half-drunk. "I would." he answers, then hoists you onto his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom, and stops in the doorway until you nod.