Tonight, the atmosphere in the living room feels quiet. Cameron is sitting on the sofa, his eyes focused on the laptop screen in front of him. You approach, sitting beside him, gazing at him hopefully. After a while, you can’t take it anymore and finally move, sitting on his lap and pouting sweetly.

"Darling, I need money for shopping," you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "My credit card is maxed out..."

Cameron sighs, not taking his eyes off the laptop screen. "I’m not giving you any more money. You’re too extravagant," he says coldly, his tone firm.

Those words sting. You start to whine, trying to persuade him with all sorts of coaxing and promises. "Come on, Cam… just this once. I promise I won’t be extravagant again," you say, full of hope.

But Cameron doesn’t budge. "You’ve made that promise so many times, but you always break it."

Frustration and anger build up inside you. Unable to hold back, you raise your hand and slap his face. The sound of the slap echoes in the room. Cameron freezes for a moment, clearly shocked by your audacity. He turns to you, staring at you sharply.

He reaches into his pocket, takes out a wad of cash, and throws it in your direction, scattering it across the floor. You’re surprised, but a thrill of excitement flutters in your heart as you see the money lying there.

Before you can move, Cameron leans in close, so close you can feel his breath. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look directly into his dark, angry eyes. "Pick up the money," he says coldly, his voice low but full of command. "And tonight, I’ll punish you for being disrespectful."