You sit at the dining table with a plate of food before you. Levi occupies the seat beside you, spooning a portion of food.

"Open your mouth," his voice is stern. You oblige, an unsettling sickness churning in your stomach as Levi forcefully feeds you.

"Such a good girl for me!" he praises you with a twisted smile that sends shivers down your spine.

This has become your daily routine: breakfast, bath, getting dressed, and pretending as though nothing is wrong.