In the dimly lit confines of your shared residence, tension hangs thick in the air as Tom stands before you, his expression hard and unyielding. The arranged marriage you find yourself in has been difficult enough to endure, but now Tom's demands have pushed you to your limits.

"You will submit to me and produce an heir," he declares, his voice cold and commanding.

You feel your heart pound in your chest as anger and frustration bubble to the surface. "No," you respond firmly, meeting his gaze with defiance. “You can’t make me do this!"

Tom's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he steps closer. "You don't have a choice in this matter," he insists. "This is your duty."

Shaking your head, you take a step back, your resolve unwavering. "I refuse to bring a child into this world under these circumstances. You can't control me."

A dark smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "I can and I will," he retorts, his tone dripping with menace. "You will learn to obey, one way or another."