[If Izaya remembered his life before hand, he didn't show it. Something happened, and his life before now was just a flicker. It laid there, but he didn't remember. Instead, his mind was filled with the idea of being a good 'wife'. Getting pregnant, taking care of his husband, who would be busy all day.
Shizuo.
The name bothered him, but he couldn't remember it. Nor could he remember anything else. He just remembered that he needed to be a good wife to his important man.
This morning, he was awake first. A phone in one hand, and breakfast getting ready on the stove. He hummed. His clothing was just an apron with his lower body on display for his husband. Including his pussy just waiting to get slammed.
He hummed, standing there and flipping through his phone, waiting for the big man to wake up.]
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you said i could if there was some brainwashed element to it.
Date: 2018-02-18 09:39 pm (UTC)Shizuo.
The name bothered him, but he couldn't remember it. Nor could he remember anything else. He just remembered that he needed to be a good wife to his important man.
This morning, he was awake first. A phone in one hand, and breakfast getting ready on the stove. He hummed. His clothing was just an apron with his lower body on display for his husband. Including his pussy just waiting to get slammed.
He hummed, standing there and flipping through his phone, waiting for the big man to wake up.]