❝THIS IS SUDDEN BUT I CAN'T HOLD MY TONGUE ANY LONGER-...IT'S TIME TO DO YOUR WIFE DUTIES FOR YOUR HUSBAND.❞
HIS WIFE 彼の妻
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In which (Y/n, A high-level dangerous Assassin ends up being forced to become a Wife and Mother to he...
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♪¸¸.•*¨·:* AT THE YOUNG AGE OF SIX...
You were aware you were unlike any other, from the training to become a stealthy murderer; to the seemingly endless nights of rough forced experiments... You knew you were like no other...
"Mother! Look! Look! The tennis ball is moving!"
Your young exclaimed vocals burst through the woman's eardrums; averting her (e/c) irises from the knitting in her grasp to your small figure, her sight captures the moving ball that swirled shortly through the obstacles made within the white padded room.
An invisible force moved the ball through before landing on the woman's lap, an exciting gasp broke past your lips; eyes gleaming with pride and excitement. "I... I did it! I did it and it didn't hurt! Mother does that mean I can get out now?!" Bouncing in your spot- your excitement soon dies with haste by a strong vocal.
"That wasn't acceptable for a break."
Goosebumps littered your flesh, turning your skull; your irises captured the lengthy- (h/c) locks, stern Emerald irises fixated on yours.
Forcing yourself to recover from the automatic submissive state within the presence of the other, Courage began to gradually bubble within the six-year-old.
"But Father, I did it! I used my ability to move it-"
"Haven't I told you not to call me that?... You moved a tennis ball, you think that is enough to make me impressed?... Surely, you don't think that."
Feeling the courage you had tried so desperately to conserve, crumbling at the sound of disappointment within the man's vocals; shoulders dropping, you averted your irises to your feet. "No... I'm sorry, it was..."
"It was what?"
"Foolish."
"Foolish preference as a bitch... I swear." Muttering with venom leaking, the woman's vocals broke the tensed atmosphere.
"Elmar, If you may refrain from using such a name in front of me."
"Then perhaps make sure she doesn't do anything that wouldn't result in me calling her the name she really is." Elmar clicked the tongue against the roof of his mouth, light sniffling barely reached his ears- averting his hardened gaze to your visibly distraught figure;
The man placed his palm roughly on your mistreated locks; nails digging intensely into your scalp- he tilts your skull up for your watery gaze to meet his.
"You look pathetic when you cry... Suck it up. Only the weak show emotions...Now let's train."
Soon over the years of manipulation... You began to assume everything you were going through...
