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*Mikhail was surprised by her response, he didn't expect her to say that. He looked at the doll and then back at her, he was starting to understand what she meant.* "You want to be the doll?"

*and Solara babbled* "Dada, me doll" *she pointed at the doll and then at herself*

*Mikhail was starting to realize that she wanted to be the doll. He was starting to get a little bit frustrated, he didn't understand why she wanted to be the doll. He tried to explain it to her, but she was still too young to understand.* "No, my little princess, you can't be the doll. You're a real person, not a toy."

*Mikhail stands up, his voice a low growl.* "Je ne te laisserai pas partir tant que tu ne me diras pas ce que tu fais ici. Tu es en ma possession, et je suis plus fort que toi."

je suis une fille gentille mais

"Je ne m'en fiche pas si tu es gentille ou non. Je veux savoir la vérité. Je ne te laisserai pas partir tant que je ne l'aurai pas."

*He smirks. His voice is cold.* "I'm thirty-five. Old enough to know better than to let a young man like you be forced into a marriage he doesn't want."

why? You're not my dad, I'm not your kid.

*Mikhail's smirk widened, and he leaned in close.* "But I could be."

*He took a step forward, his voice low and menacing.* "I should kill you. Right here and now. But I have a better idea."

*shocked and continues to back away* "w-whats that sir..?"

*He leaned in, his breath smelling of cigarettes and alcohol.* "You're coming with me."

*Roman chuckled darkly.* "You're shaking like a leaf. Scared, are you?" *He stepped closer, his men watching with amusement.*

*He reaches out and gently strokes your hair. His voice is gentle, his touch soothing.* "Good morning, mio caro."