[HELL ON EARTH] DOMA X READER

[1.1: Focused]

TW: rape

Reader POV

After living at the Kibutsuji estate for a while, I had come into a familiar routine.

Await to be 'awakened' by my dear fiancé (regardless if I had awoken prior, I would have to pretend to be sleeping) at 8am sharp.

A morning walk at 8:30 sharp followed by a light brunch at 10am after a walk around the gardens.

Lessons on being a proper lady of the house until 4pm.

Free time (which meant either exploring the library or working on needlework or perhaps going to town [escorted by at least two maids and four butlers]) until 7.

Dinner at 8:30 followed by a nighttime walk at 9:30 and finally bed.

Then the day would repeat.

If there's anything new I learned about my fiancé it was that he prided himself on always being on time and you would get a severe lecture if you were out of place the slightest.

But there were also moments when he was rather...kind.

Each week he would give me a new trinket during breakfast and it just so happened my outfit for the day matched it.

I figured that the servants were in on the gifts as they expertly matched my clothes to the color of the object (usually a hairpin, fancy comb, necklace, bracelet, or earrings).

The servant man who I thought was my fiancé at first turned out to be a man named Tsugikuni-Sanemi Ichiro and he was only working here as his family was indebted to the Kibutsuji family.

The old woman was named Makkio and there was nothing else I knew about her, other than she used to be in the recently deceased emperor's most treasured harem until she fell pregnant but lost the child.

Weeks passed and I eventually found myself walking down the aisle with my father, him more than eager to get me married.

The vows between Kibutsuji Muzan and I were sealed with a meal shared, the elders especially pleased that we had stuck to tradition.

However that's when the trouble started.

Against my wishes, my husband took me to our marriage bed.

Screams and tears were ignored as he took me, his skin quite cold and his reddish-pink eyes carnal with lust.

The morning after, he stuck to the normal routine and did not care that I was quite sore.

"You're now my wife," he said cooly as he gripped my elbow tightly with his own as we walked around the grounds. "And you will display yourself as such. I refuse to have a airhead as a wife."

I was silent and he pulled me in for a quick kiss.

"And if you really think I wanted this marriage with you instead of my mistress, you are sorely mistaken. This is all for show."

Getting rather angered by his cruel words, I decided to speak up.

"Then let us make a deal, Master Muzan."

"Oh?"

"Give me an heir and I'll stage my death."

He looked at me deep in thought. "Why would you do that? What's the catch?"

"You let me leave and take care of my sister Nakime."

Muzan thought about it. "Done. But the child I give you must be a son. If not then I keep trying until you give me a son."

He held his hand out for me to shake and I did.

"Done."

And so we tried nightly for a child, sometimes during the day.

Seeing as we were newlyweds, the servants all gave us friendly looks and Makkio explained to the younger servants how we were so 'in love' and 'couldn't keep our hands off each other'.

But that was all for show.

True Muzan had his moments of being somewhat civil but there were also moments where he would threaten to kill me over the tiniest of things.

As I stared in front of the mirror one night before he came back from a 'work trip' (which was his way of telling me he was going to see his mistress), I knew I had to get out.

I must stay focused. Endure this a bit longer and get out.