I came home after a long day at the Survey Corps office. I didn’t look forward to seeing my wife, the woman I was forced to marry. She hadn’t spoke to me since our wedding and I hadn’t complained.

I kicked my shoes off and slid my coat off. I wanted to get into my bed badly. When I opened my bedroom door, I froze.

My wife was in my bed, wearing a skimpy gown.

“Get out.”

I sat on the bed, my hand squeezing her knee.

“I want you to spread your legs for me when you actually choose to.”