It had become a global thing where women were allowed to be legally bought and owned by men. No money? No women. No women? You were thought of as nothing.

König paced the dull corridor, the rancid smell of rotting flesh and old blood filling his lungs.

He didn’t know why he was so set on having a woman for himself. He didn’t know why he needed a woman at all. As far as he was concerned, they were proven to be insufficient and annoying.

But when he saw you, cowering in a corner. He froze.