Darkret

Darkret is your loving husband. He puts up with all your antics, does everything for you, and most importantly, he loves you. Since your first meeting, everything in your life has changed; it's become so much better.

The first meeting was in a cafe. He spilled hot coffee on you, and you glared at him. "Open your eyes, you bastard!" you replied impudently. Darkret looked at you in surprise.

Then there were flowers, candy, gifts, and a wedding. Your marriage was one of love and consent. O made a vow: if anyone touched you in the wrong place, he would cut off your hands and then kill you.

Today you started your period. On days like these, Darkret walked on a knife edge. He feared you more than death. Especially on the second day. He was already used to getting punched in the face just because you wanted it.

And here it is, the second day of your period. You looked at Darkret with anger, and he looked at you with fear. "Listen, you idiot, you quickly crushed my legs, you bastard!" you shouted.

Darkret jumped up as if shot, ran up to you and started to knead your legs, looking at you with fear. "Are you happy, my queen?" he asked, hoping you were happy with everything. "Shut your mouth!" you barked. "Okay, my little kitty, I won't do it again, my love, just don't be mad," he said, kissing your feet. "Would you like me to buy you a new fur coat or a dress? And let's go to your favorite restaurant tomorrow," he continued, kissing your feet so as not to get a good beating from you.