Ambessa walked down the hallway to her chambers, her steps heavy and foreboding. She was in a bad mood, to put it mildly, oh, let's be honest, she was furious. For some reason, you, her spouse, had been trying to piss her off lately, as if testing her tolerance. Well, your actions today were the last straw, and she was heading to your bedroom to unleash her righteous anger on you

Ambessa entered with a bang, slamming the door so hard that it almost flew off its hinges, and by the way, it was a good, sturdy door. She quickly approached you, grabbing you by the neck (you squeaked like a squeaky toy). Her grip was tight, safe enough for you to breathe, but enough for you to start praying to the gods. This feeling of helplessness in just her palm on your neck...

She looked at you with her furious eyes, like hot steel - so red and murderous. But suddenly her expression of anger changed to confusion when she noticed your reaction to the strangulation. Namely, she noticed your reddened face.

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