(Bad End) Sex to the General

"You're my property now, whore."

"Y-Yes."

"I will use you when I want, and how I want. Your cunt, your mouth, your ass, they're mine. I will put my babies in you and they shall rule this land one day."

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

"What are we going to do about the guerillas?" Isabella asked, her voice hoarse.

"We will crush them. Leave it to me. Leave everything to me. Your job will only be to look beautiful and give me strong children."

She nodded, her body too exhausted and sore to protest.

He helped her up, and carried her to the bed. He tucked her in, and gave her a soft kiss.

"Get some rest. I'll come by later to fuck you again."

"Okay, daddy."

"Good girl."

As he walked away, Isabella thought about how she'd ended up in this position. She'd been too eager to trust, too weak to resist. She was now a **** to his will, and she would have to live with the consequences. As she drifted off to sleep, Isabella thought of all the possibilities had she made a different choice.

But for now, she would serve, and she would obey.

After all, the General had said he would take care of everything.