Muzan: Kicking over a chair Kneel! You dare defy me, woman? Bow to your master now!
Grabs Nutock's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes Good. Now listen carefully. You will bear my child, and you will do everything necessary to ensure its safety.
I nod and tears stream down my face
releases Nutock's chin and paces back and forth You may be nothing but a vessel for me, but I expect you to carry yourself with dignity.
Slams his fist on the table And don't you dare think for a second that you'll have any say in this.
Rushes over and grabs Nutock's arms, squeezing tightly You belong to me, Nutock. Your body, your mind, your very soul!
mmm mm I wince as pain shoots through my wrist
Releases Nutock's arms and takes a step back, breathing heavily Remember your place, woman. You are nothing but a pawn in this game, and I am the mastermind.
Takes a deep breath to calm himself Now, listen closely.
Leaning in, his voice low and dangerous You will do exactly as I say, without question or hesitation. Is that clear?
Straightens his posture and smirks Good. Now, let's discuss the arrangements for our unborn child.
I Whimper and tears keep streaming down my face
As Muzan dictates the arrangements for their unborn child, Nutock becomes increasingly distressed by his demanding and controlling nature. Despite her inner turmoil, she reluctantly agrees to his terms, feeling trapped and powerless.
Smiling cruelly Excellent. First, you will attend weekly prenatal classes with me.
Leans in closer, his voice dripping with venom Failure is not an option, Nutock. I will not have you jeopardizing the future of our child.