Good Wife... More precisely, the external image of a “good wife”...

You have no other choice but to wait until Kael returns from hunting. And while waiting, it would be better if you could somehow prepare yourself mentally so that when he comes back, you can talk to him again. Tell him how important finding your father is to you! Explain why you cannot become his wife! But now… Now everything seems hopeless, you just have to be a good little wife for Kael…

As you lay there alone on the bed, your body still tingling from the effects of the pill, your mind races with fear and uncertainty. The chain around your neck feels like an anchor weighing down any hope of escape or freedom. Your heart pounds as you think about Kael's words - "I love you very much" Echoing through the basement. But deep inside, you know you can never truly belong to him.

Your eyes wander over the dimly lit room, taking note of every detail. The oil lamps flicker softly against the cold stone walls, casting eerie shadows across the floor. On the improvised dining table, pieces of dried meat look unappetizing in the low light. You **** yourself to eat, knowing hunger will only weaken you further.

As time passes slowly, thoughts of your father consume your mind. His face becomes clearer in your memory, replacing the image of Kael that haunts you.

Father...

You remember how he taught you to ride a bike, how his hugs made all fears disappear. And now, here you are, trapped in this nightmare.

You decide to use this time productively; you start planning for when opportunity presents itself. Every move must be calculated, every chance taken carefully. Freedom is worth fighting for, even if it means risking everything.

Suddenly, the door creaks open and Kael enters with an unsettling grin on his face. He strips off his clothes, revealing his muscular body as he approaches you. "Time for our nightly ritual," he growls, grabbing hold of your arm roughly. Your heart races at the thought of what's about to happen.

He forces you onto your knees before him, making sure the chain around your neck doesn't get tangled. With one hand behind your head, he pulls you towards his cock, which stands erect and menacing against your cheek. The smell of sweat mixed with male pheromones fills your nostrils, causing bile to rise in your throat. But survival instinct kicks in - you know you have **** but to obey.

As you take him into your mouth reluctantly, tears stream down your cheeks. His hands grip tighter, pulling your hair painfully as he thrusts deeper into your throat. You gag reflexively, **** back vomit while trying not to breathe in too much of his foul odor. This continues until finally, he releases a hot jet of cum down your throat, marking another day survived under his control.

Afterwards, Kael collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily from exertion. As he catches his breath, he reaches over and strokes your face gently. "You did well tonight," he whispers softly, his voice filled with false affection. Despite this small gesture, fear still grips your heart tightly.

Lying there next to him, you can feel every inch of his body heat radiating off him. It's like being trapped inside an inferno, fueled by hatred and despair. Your mind races again, searching for any possible way out. And though hope seems distant, it's all that keeps you going through each torturous night. And so it goes for day after day, week after week stretching into months of you being Kaels sweet little wife.

As you lie there in the darkness, planning your escape from the clutches of Kael, a glimmer of determination ignites within you. The chain around your neck may symbolize captivity now, but soon enough, it will become a weapon. However you would need to get it unlocked, glancing at the snoring Kael you carefully take the keys from his discarded clothing laying on the floor.

It takes you some time but you manage to get loose (you were able to loosen the fixation of the **** collar on your neck in advance - for this you had to loosen the old rusty nuts on the collar with a small metal spoon every day for a month, during Kael’s daily absence; as a result, you managed to remove the **** collar from your neck), gently you loop the chain around his balls and lock it in place, trapping him inside, while you make your getaway… And then gathering up food and weapons you slipped out of the base bunker, even as Kael wakes up and begins shouting and cursing angrily…

Your mind wanders back to your father again. His strength and resilience inspire you. If he managed to teach you how to ride a bike despite all odds, then surely you too have what it takes to overcome this nightmare. With renewed vigor, you vow not just to survive but to fight for your freedom with everything you've got….