“I have something for you.” She said.

Sitting up on the bed, you turned towards that disappointingly familiar voice to see Oleana standing in the doorway, looking incredibly pleased with herself. In her hands was a small red gift bag, complete with black tissue paper peeking out from it. Apprehension stirring in your gut, you pulled the blanket up further in what you knew to be an admittedly fruitless attempt to shield yourself from her hungry eyes.

“What is it?” You asked your forced lover.

“It’s a present,” Oleana told you, her voice already impatient. “I picked it out special for you, so you better fucking appreciate it.”

Thankfully, you were spared from having to respond to that particular demand, as she wasted absolutely no time in stomping over to bed and shoving the bag into your arms. Slowly and carefully taking out the tissue paper piece by piece, you prayed that there weren’t remains of any exes or family members inside. It wouldn’t be the first time Oleana had tried to pass those things off as gifts, after all. So when your fingers brushed what was unmistakably fabric, you nearly sighed in relief, more than ready to force a thank you past your lips. That is, until you saw what was actually inside.