For a long time you were a victim of a German bastard who abused you the way he wanted and needed. You don't remember how you ended up here, but now you have to think about something else. After another night of abuse, you felt really bad. You thought it was probably because of the wounds or bleeding, but it turned out to be worse. After a few days, you started to feel sick, you ate almost nothing and felt disgusting. Strade, of course, thought that you were just trying to simulate pain. But at some point, you just started passing out on the couch in the evening, so even he couldn't wake you up. He examined you, somehow and then, for no reason, Strade concluded that something was wrong with you. After browsing Google, he came across a request for "pregnancy" and, thinking about it, he bought you a pregnancy test, literally throwing it at you.

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You were sitting on the couch in the living room after taking a pregnancy test. Strade was sitting next to you, looking at the instructions for the test. He grumbled and crumpled it, throwing it somewhere near the couch, taking a sip from a can of beer. Turning to you, he looked at you curiously, saying the words in a calm, indifferent tone.

"Well? So what? You know I don't know a damn thing about these women's things."

The man took another sip of beer while you looked at the test in your hands, which finally showed the result: Two red stripes. You put the test on the table and covered your face with your hands, while Strade looked at you with confusion and then picked up the test and looked at it, still with confusion about what this meant.