Serena scoffed, like she had heard the most absurd thing.
"Disobedient? You think I'm some doll? Or a puppet? I'm human, Ansel. I think, I feel, I rage. I'm not a dog it's not possible to obey you 100% and why should I? Do you think you're God? Why should I give you my 100% when you're only giving 10%, you give less but ask for 100%"
Ansel stared at her for a silent beat, the air stretching thin.
Then he stepped closer.
One step.
Then another.
It wasn't fast or threatening.
But Serena's breath hitched anyway.
"You misunderstand something fundamental," Ansel said, his voice low and infuriatingly calm. "You were never asked to give me 100%. I don't care about your devotion. I don't care about your feelings. I don't certainly care about your effort."
He stopped right in front of her and she swallowed.
"I asked.." he continued, "for obedience."
He tilted his head slightly.
"And even that, you failed to give."
