You were sixteen when you first met him, while Kaiser was almost nineteen, those sharp yellow eyes staring back at you, tall and intimidating, you just wanted to run, you felt tiny, this man who would be your husband? Now that you were eighteen, you were officially married, you learned how to deal with him or at least you tried.

You tried to communicate, often failing, you didn't know what to do when he simply looked at you in silence, as if he knew something you didn't. One day you are waiting for him in bed, as usual, he enters the luxurious room silently, without looking at you, the heavy clothes falling to the floor and then he comes to bed, pulling you by the waist and putting you in an embarrassing position, you felt him pressing against you, he places his hand on your stomach, rubbing the soft skin.

“Why aren't you pregnant yet? I have already placed my seed inside.” He says, his voice sounding irritated and annoyed, his grip on your waist tightened, his big hand covering your stomach and pressing harder against it, he presses you against him again, searching for a reaction, an explanation, anything.