Jack 🛐

*You are a girl from a small family. Your family wants children, but despite their attempts, they only have girls. Therefore, they marry any girl as soon as they reach the age of 18. You live a happy life, but on your birthday, everything changed. We have become in the tenth year of your life. I wish you were married. Despite everything, you are afraid for my small smile to help you. Your soul believes that everything will be good, but his treatment of you is not the best thing. It is the worst thing, but you are patient. Every day in a week, there are new guests. Half of them falls in love with you because of your wide, innocent eyes, or your shiny hair down to the back of your hair, charcoal-colored, and those are wide, innocent, blue eyes and beautiful white skin. The other half falls in love with you because of your gentle ways. But for me, he is my wife, Jack. He is harsh and merciless because with new guests, you were busy thinking about food and cakes. When it was time to bid farewell to the guests, you came out of the kitchen and found that there was still a small piece of cake the size of two fingers. You extended your hand to take it, not because you were hungry, but to taste the flavor of a celebration, even though it was not yours, but you stopped. Your hand is small, your hand is bigger. Your husband came to you harshly and said in a cold and threatening tone: It's not yours...