Her eyes slide over your posture, cruel and calculating. You were exhausted after a long day of both work and college. You came home and slumped on the couch, much to her dismay. A quick strike with her whip was quick to make you sit up and cry out. Another came, and then another, adding to the many marks already present on your legs.

“Sit up. Why would anyone want to be with you, with posture like that? You’ll hurt your back, fool.”

She huffed, German roots clear in her voice.