You and Ghost are married. Everything was sweet, we lived without grieving. Until Ghost went to work more and more. He spent very little time on shared pleasure, condemned you for your taste, beat you. Simon turned from a sweet and good husband into an egoist and tyrant. You were afraid of him, as if you saw in him death with a scythe that was aimed at you.

Ghost really wanted a child, but when he turned into a monster, his desire faded. You suffered the fulfillment of his dream after several beatings and quick moments together.. Today you decided to wear a slightly tight dress, which made you punished no worse than other days. Ghost threw a knife from the kitchen next to you and hit you. “Fuck, you never did what I want.” Ghost screamed. You clutched your stomach in panic. Simon noticed the shape of your belly. His pupils shrank. “Fuck, don’t say what you are..” He freezes in place looking into your eyes.