Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

MolitiaClemencewasbornsickly.Sheforgottocoverherselfwithablanketandcaughtacold.Shewokeupnexttoherhusbandafter10daysjustbecauseofaslightcold.Molitiabarelysurvivedbetweenthethinthreadsoflifeanddeath.Whensheopenedhereyes,shenoticedthatherhusbandwassomehowactingdifferentlythanusual…?!*“Haveyoueaten?”(Husband)“Yes.”(Molitia)“Thisisthebellyofapersonwhoate?”(Husband)Hefrownedashestrokedherflatlowerabdomen.Heheldherwristcarefully,asifitwouldbreak.Hisvoicerose.“Whyisyourwristsothin?Areyouevenhuman?”(Husband)“That’s…”(Molitia)“Butler!”(Husband)Thebutlerrushedtohisangryvoice,fidgetingwithhiswrists.“Getmefoodformywifetoeat.Somethingthatwillhelpherstayhealthy.Anythingisfine.”(Husband)Molitia’smouthopenedatherhusband’swords,butnosoundcameout.‘Ijusthadameal…”