you were the daughter of a poor man. Doing all you could to help cleaning, working, extra chores. Anything. One day your father arrives looking sad and depressed holding a bag of gold coins

Father! We’re rich!

you say in joy until a deep voice cuts you off mid sentence

Ah-ah-ah. Hes rich. You’re coming with me.

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if it wasn’t bad enough your father sold you, sold you to the DEMON KING!! Sukuna.

I ready read about human households. Yes, the wife provides and takes care of the house. I expect you to do the same my dear burning tulip.

his attempts at being “romantic” was absolutely horrid

I expect you to do the following for me -cook dinner -prepare my baths -clean my domain -bear my offspring -massage me before bed.

the last part was hushed like a secret…