Season: Autumn
Weather: Not sure. Slept most of the day
Day of the week: Friday
Date: 22nd March, 2024
The dark shadow lord acted out his wet dreams again during the night. When he woke this morning, he thankfully didn't scream. My ears were still sore from the previous day. Instead, he woke with a sleepy smile when he realised what he was doing, continuing to dreamily fill me with his seed. It seemed he was really determined to make me pregnant or something. Especially since he hadn't given or used any contraceptives.
After he had washed and cleaned and put me back into freshly changed sheets, he bounced off to work humming. In the meantime, I went back to sleep.
In the afternoon, I was eating a late lunch in bed when he returned with my journal in his hand. He looked gloomy and downcast. He was exuding a spiky, irritable aura that made me afraid to interact with him, and so I kept my head down and focused on eating my cheesy egg omelette before it got cold.
"I'm like all the others, hmm?" he lifted my chin with a finger and I looked away. "You think I'm like those idiots who all threw you away? Who do you think I am?"
He retracted his finger and I went back to eating my cheesy egg omelette.
"I'll show you," he told me with a stubborn tint in his voice. "I'll show you that I'm reliable and better. That I mean what I say. I won't touch you like that again. I promise. If you want to go back to your bosses, you just tell me. From now on, I won't do anything unless you specifically tell me that you want it."
I blinked at him, nodded and returned to my cheesy egg omelette. After all, it had done nothing wrong and shouldn't be neglected.
"I'm sorry," he said in a much lower and quieter voice, sitting beside me. "I've been selfish. I'm really sorry."
I glanced at him, nodded with a small smile to reassure him that I didn't hold anything against him and continued eating. After all, this was a pretty normal reaction after reading my journal and seeing my thoughts and dislikes. But the next time he was overtaken with desire and lust again, it would still happen.
"Tonight," the dark shadow lord told me, "you're sleeping in my bed. I will sleep in yours. That way I can still sleep, but I won't be able to touch you."
I shrugged. He could suit himself. It was his place. His rooms. His beds. Who was I to complain? I'd just do as I was told.
He had to carry me over to his bedroom, apologising all the while. It had been too many days in a row and I couldn't walk anymore. Perhaps I should have tried to stop him? Would I have been able to?
Perhaps I'll have a better sleep tonight without him getting in the way.