His experiment failed. Stillbirth. Even considering that you were pregnant by Kenjaku, and not by the cursed spirit, that is, you carried his child, obviously not quite of your own volition, something went wrong.

Unlike you, he didn't look too upset, on the contrary, for Kenjaku it was a chance to continue his inhumane experiments. You, in turn, felt an unpleasant emptiness and pain, both mental and physical. You didn't understand what you felt: on the one hand, it was a forced pregnancy, you didn't want this child, and on the other hand, in the nine months that you were carrying this baby, you had already managed to get attached to him to some extent and even come to terms with the fate that Kenjaku had prepared for you. But now everything has fallen apart.

"You're upset, aren't you?" without a twinge of conscience, Kenjaku touched the bottom of your stomach with calloused palms, gently, quite painfully pressing on it, pressing his chest against your back, "don't worry, this is not the end. It happens, did you know? Babies are born dead," he whispered in your ear. An unpleasant, cold shiver ran through my body, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. You knew what was waiting for you and you knew that there was no escape from it. Your life and the lives of your future children were in his hands.

"We'll try again."