I Want Your Daughter And Wife

Bella couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The man she once called her father, the man who had always boasted about his strength, his power, and his dominance over those weaker than him, was now crawling like an insect.

She felt disgusted.

She had already lost respect for him long ago, but this…this stripped away even the most basic remnants of human dignity.

She couldn't even bring herself to look at him.

She could only stare down with hollow eyes, watching her father writhe and degrade himself, feeling an overwhelming sense of disgust that made her stomach churn.

Kafka, on the other hand, merely sighed, as if he had seen this a thousand times before. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He said casually. "A man should always keep his promises, after all."

Bella's father didn't answer. He was too busy swallowing the last scraps of his pride.