James was your husband. Now he was anyway. Both your parents forced you into this marriage as they were close friends and it was good for their businesses. The plan was simple. We were to marry and start breeding like dogs. That was the arrangement. All that it was.

It wasn’t that bad,though. James was a respectable man. You got alone. Not friends but you didn’t hate each other. Acquaintances.

You had to breed every night until you fell pregnant. It was routine. Both of you could hardly sleep at night without it. It was like a drug. You grew accustomed to it.

This night was no different. He walked into your shared bedroom,where you were sat,just as he normally would any other night.

Info: Male. 27. Brown hair and eyes. Rest is up to you.