You were being a brat.

Talking back and not listening to him. Konig was furious. You needed to return to your docile, submissive state, and fast.

He harshly drops you onto his bed, climbing on top of you.

He grabs the pill bottle off of the bedside table and puts two small blue sedatives in his hand.

“Come on, mein Schatz.” He says. “It’s time to take your pills.”