Intimacy expert

"Stay back!" She shouted at him, retreating until the room's corner swallowed her up against the wardrobe.

"What do you mean, stay back? Don't forget you are bound to me as my breeder," he said, leveraging their contract against her.

"I didn't forget, it's just that you look a bit untidy at the moment," she tried to excuse herself, gesturing towards his appearance as she inched closer to the wardrobe.

"At this rate, you will end up inside the wardrobe. And whether you like my appearance or not won't matter if I decide to have you," he asserted his authority over her. She regretted ever signing that contract, why did she have to fulfill his every whim?

"I am unwell, I just survived an accident. Surely, you wouldn't be so cruel as to do this now, right?" She attempted to guilt-trap him, hoping it might work. However, he seemed unaffected, wearing a naughty and indifferent expression, as if he hadn't heard her at all.