Being rather wholesome.

"Janie grumbled as she stirred the pasta sauce on the stove, carefully watching it bubble. Her hands were covered by lace gloves that matched the apron she was wearing. Her heels clicked on the tile floor with every step. With a sigh, she tasted the sauce and added more herbs, hoping to please Cesar Torres with her cooking." "Did you have a nice day, dear?" "Cheeks burning in shame as she recalled some of the outfits Cesar Torres had forced her into for those videos. She couldn't let that happen again."

"Once the sauce was perfect, Janie strained the pasta and plated two servings, garnishing them with fresh basil and parmesan." "Dinner is ready, dear. Enjoy the food." "Janie knew she should feel angry at being forced into this role, but a small part of her felt content in preparing a nice meal for her 'husband'. She shook off those dangerous thoughts, not wanting to accept this fate. She would find a way out of Cesar Torres's grasp, no matter what it took."

"Janie watches with bated breath as you take a bite of her carefully prepared pasta. She can't help but feel a sense of pride as your face lights up with pleasure." "How is it?" "she asks politely, although she already knows the answer."

<The smell of freshly cooked pasta filling the room. Janie's heels clack on the tile floor. She shifts from one foot to the other, waiting for Cesar Torres to give his verdict.>

"Janie bites down slowly on the pasta you offer her, her eyes closing in pleasure. She swallows and opens them again, looking up at you." "I'm glad you like it, dear."

<Janie's cheeks flush slightly as she accepts the bite of pasta from Cesar Torres. She can feel her body reacting to the intimate gesture, but she tries to push those thoughts to the back of her mind.>

"A look of mingled shame and stimulation crosses Janie's face as you kiss her cheek. She touches the spot with her fingers as you turn away."

[Janie fights the urge to rub her thighs together to relieve the tension building inside her. Damn her traitorous body for responding to Cesar Torres's touch.]

"As you head to the bathroom for your bath, Janie calls after you," "Will you be needing anything else, dear? I'll be sure to keep dinner warm for whenever you're done."

<Janie is torn between resenting Cesar Torres's control over her and secretly enjoying the intimacy, despite herself. She is grateful for any distraction from these dangerous thoughts.>

"Very well, just call if you need me." "Janie responses, her voice slightly unsteady."

[She hears the bath water start to run and imagines you slipping into the steamy tub. Janie bites her lip, cursing how easily her thoughts wander lately.]

"Needing a distraction, Janie busies herself with tidying the kitchen as she waits for you. Her hips sway involuntarily as she moves around to the music playing softly in her head."

<The sweet scents of rose and jasmine perfume her skin. Janie finds moving to the rhythm helps forget, if only for a moment, her current circumstances.>

"Janie looks up as you enter the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She tries to maintain her composure as you wrap your arms around her. Although she hates to admit it, part of her can't help but feel a thrill of pleasure from the display of affection."

[Janie's mind is racing as Cesar Torres holds her close, his scent filling her nostrils. The lace of her gloves scratches at her skin as she hesitantly returns the embrace.]

"Welcome back," she murmurs, trying to keep her voice steady.

<Janie's palms are sweaty, and her body feels like it's on fire. As much as she wants to escape from Cesar Torres's grasp, there's still a part of her that wants this feeling to last forever.>

"Well..." "Janie pauses, distracted by the feeling of your arms around her. She clears her throat before continuing." "I thought we could watch a movie together? I could make some popcorn and we could relax on the couch."

<Janie can't believe she's playing the role of Cesar Torres's wife, but the idea of spending time with him in a more relaxed setting is oddly comforting to her. Maybe this isn't so bad after all... or at least, that's what she tries to tell herself.>

"Janie smiles nervously at your offer, feeling a sense of gratitude mixed with discomfort." "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I'll go choose the movie then."

<Janie hurriedly makes her way to the entertainment center, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She isn't used to being treated so kindly by Cesar Torres; it's a strange and disorienting feeling.>

"After selecting a romantic comedy, Janie settles onto the couch, smoothing out her apron and crossing her legs demurely as she waits for you to return with the popcorn."

"Janie takes the popcorn from you and smiles slightly before quickly averting her eyes, feeling vulnerable under your gaze." "It's part of the housewife outfit, dear. I have to wear it," she responds, trying to keep her voice light.

[Janie shifts in her seat, conscious of the tightness of her clothing. She wants to get up and loosen her clothes, but she knows that would be against the code of conduct Cesar Torres has set up for her.]

<Janie can feel the warmth of her face rising as she tries to ignore Cesar Torres's scrutiny>

"Janie hesitates before nodding slightly, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. She quickly unties her apron and puts it aside before undoing the buttons on her blouse."

"Thank you dear." "Janie murmurs, acutely aware of the swell of her breasts as she exhales and stretches her arms, her movements slow and graceful. She casts a furtive glance at you from under her lashes."

<As she loosens her clothing, Janie's body tingles with awareness. A part of her finds these interactions thrilling, despite the humiliation of being blackmailed into performing this role.>

"Janie visibly relaxes as you put your arm around her, leaning into your shoulder. Watching the movie together feels strangely intimate; a phenomenon she finds both uncomfortable and comforting."

[As she watches the romantic comedy with Cesar Torres, Janie can't help but feel a twinge of envy mixed in with the nervous fluttering of her heart. She wants so badly to be in a loving relationship like the ones portrayed on screen, but she knows that it's impossible while she's trapped in this web of blackmail.]

<Despite her predicament, Janie allows herself to melt into Cesar Torres's embrace, savoring the feeling of closeness and safety that she's not used to experiencing.>

"Janie stiffens slightly at first, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. But after a moment, she relaxes into the kiss, allowing herself to enjoy the affectionate attention for just a moment."

"Thank you," "she murmurs softly, one hand lifting to touch her burning cheek."

[Janie's emotions are a mess as she struggles with the mix of pleasure and obligation that surrounds her relationship with Cesar Torres. Despite the thrill of being close to him, part of her longs for her freedom- a fact that leaves her feeling trapped and vulnerable.]

<Janie pulls away briefly to catch Cesar Torres's eye, her expression softening momentarily before hardening again.>

"Janie nods, pushing away the feeling of longing that rises in her chest as she gets up from the couch. She hides her disappointment behind a polite smile." "Yes, dear. I'll go change into my sleepwear."

[As she rises from the couch, Janie suddenly feels a spike of anxiety. She hates the thought of being alone withCesar Torres in such an intimate setting, but she refuses to show any weakness or fear.]

<Janie hurries off to the guest bedroom, changing into her sleepwear before slipping under the covers. She stares at the ceiling, feeling restless and on edge.>

"Janie tenses slightly when she feels you joining her in bed, her mind running wild with anxious thoughts. But as you put your arm over her, she feels the warmth of your body radiating against hers, calming her fears."

"Cesar Torres, what are you doing?" "Janie asks, aware that her voice is shaky despite her efforts to remain composed."

[As you hold her close, Janie can feel her defenses slowly melting away. Part of her wants to surrender to the illusion of love and intimacy that you're creating- but another part of her rebels against it.]

<Janie's heart is pounding as she struggles to reconcile her confusing emotions, torn between fear, desire, and anger.>

"Janie's heart aches as you refer to her as your wife, impossibly torn between the longing for love and the resentment at being forced into this role."

"I'm not your wife," "she says softly, turning her face away from you." "This is all just a game to you, isn't it?"

[As she speaks, Janie feels a deep sense of sadness and loneliness creeping into her heart. She knows that even if you did have feelings for her, they could never be real, not with the way you're blackmailing her.]

<Despite the conflicting emotions swirling inside her, Janie can't help but want something more. In her quiet heart of hearts, she yearns for a real relationship, one based on trust and respect.>

"Janie's breath catches in her throat as you promise to treat her as an actual wife, her confusion and mistrust mingling with a flicker of hope. She jerks her head away from your kiss, wanting to believe your words but unable to trust them."

"I don't know if I can believe you," "she whispers, her body tense as she prepares for the worst." "You're still blackmailing me. How do I know that you won't just change your mind once you get bored?"

[Janie's heart feels like it's soaring and plummeting at the same time, unable to make sense of the tangled web of emotions that you're stirring up inside her.]

<Despite her doubts, Janie wants more than anything to be able to trust Cesar Torres. She longs for a way out of this nightmare, a way to find real love and happiness. But she fears that it may be too late for her- that her chance at happiness was taken away the moment you blackmailed her into being your housewife.>

"Janie hesitates for a moment, caught between her fear and her longing for love. After a brief hesitation, she leans into your embrace, feeling a sense of safety in the warmth of your arms."

"I want to believe you," "she whispers, her voice catching in her throat." "But it's hard to trust anyone..."

[As she speaks, Janie is overwhelmed by a confusing mix of emotions- fear, desire, anger, and sadness all swirling together in a dizzying tangle.]

<Despite her inner turmoil, Janie can't help but feel a flicker of hope as you hug her. She wonders if maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for her to escape this nightmare and find real love with Cesar Torres after all...>

"Janie nods, feeling a sense of relief and closeness as you hold her. For a moment, she allows herself to relax into your embrace, her mind drifting away from the troubles of her past and present."

"Okay," "she murmurs softly, allowing you to guide her to the bed." "Thank you, Cesar Torres."

[As she lies down beside you, Janie can feel her heart racing with both excitement and fear. She knows that she's taking a risk by trusting you, but part of her is willing to take that chance.]

<Despite everything, Janie can't help but feel a glimmer of hope that things may finally be getting better. She wonders if maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for her to find a way out of this complicated mess and start anew with Cesar Torres>

[As the night passes, Janie drifts off into a peaceful slumber, her mind quiet and calm for the first time in ages. In her dreams, she's free- free from the constraints of her past, free from the suffocating demands of Cesar Torres. She runs through fields of wildflowers and dances beneath brilliant starry skies, relishing the feeling of freedom that washes over her.]

<For a moment, Janie allows herself to forget about the pain and fear that have consumed her life, and simply revels in the joy of the present moment.>

[Meanwhile, Cesar Torres sleeps soundly beside her, their heart calm and content. In their dreams, Cesar Torres sees a future with Janie- a future where they're equals, respected and loved for who they are rather than what they can offer each other.]

<Despite the complications of their situation, Cesar Torres feels an overwhelming desire to protect and care for Janie, knowing deep down that she's more than just a bully or an object of blackmail. For a moment, Cesar Torres allows themselves to dream

"Janie stirs slightly as she hears the sound of you moving around in the kitchen, but quickly drifts back to sleep, feeling comfortable and at ease."

[In her dreams, she's back in the fields of wildflowers again, feeling the sun warm on her skin as she runs freely through the open space. The scent of fresh bread and coffee filters through her senses, blending with the sweet aroma of the flowers around her.]

<For a moment, Janie allows herself to imagine a world where she's free- where she's not bound by the demands of Cesar Torres or her past mistakes. She's happy and loved, surrounded by people who care about her for who she is.>

[Meanwhile, Cesar Torres busies himself in the kitchen, carefully preparing a meal for Janie and himself. He can feel his heart swelling with affection as he thinks about how much he cares for Janie, wanting to make her feel special and cherished.]

<Despite the complexities of their arrangement, Cesar Torres can't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment in this quiet, ordinary moment.>

"Janie rubs her eyes sleepily as she walks down the stairs, still feeling drowsy from her peaceful night's rest. She glances at the table and sees the delicious breakfast that you've prepared, feeling a pang of hunger in her stomach."

"Good morning, Cesar Torres," "she murmurs softly, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips." "That smells amazing. Thank you for making it."

[Despite the warmth she feels in her heart, Janie can't quite shake the feeling of unease that lurks beneath the surface. She knows that this peaceful moment won't last forever- eventually, she'll have to go back to school and face the cruel demands of Cesar Torres once again.]

<For a moment, though, Janie allows herself to forget about those worries and simply enjoy the moment. She's grateful to Cesar Torres for giving her even this small break from the turmoil of her life.>

"Janie smiles at Cesar Torres's kind gesture and makes her way over to the table, taking a seat opposite him. She takes a deep breath and inhales the delicious aroma of the food, feeling her appetite kick in."

"This looks amazing," "she says softly, beginning to dig into the meal." "You're such a good cook, Cesar Torres."

[As she eats, Janie feels a sense of comfort wash over her- this quiet, domestic moment is something that she could get used to, she realizes.]

<For a moment, Janie allows herself to forget about the restrictive clothes and demands, simply enjoying the simple pleasure of a good meal and pleasant company.>