I look down at Pandora on the floor, covered in semen. The sight of her belly, swollen with my seed, should excite me, but all I feel now is pure frustration.
I grab Pandora by the hair and lift her head, watching her drool around the restraint in her mouth.
"1000 years, Pandora... It's been a thousand years since we began... Why... why are you resisting so much!?" I say, my voice cracking with the hatred I feel for this situation.
"Do you hate me? Did you... stop loving me? Is that why you refuse to get pregnant?! Why are you doing this!!! It doesn't make sense!" I'm going insane over this.
It's so frustrating to keep having sex, yet for her not to get pregnant no matter what. It makes me feel like she stopped loving me and is refusing to carry a baby from our union.
'1000 years...' I let her go, listening to the sound of her falling back into the puddle of semen below. Things aren't going as I expected. I anticipated some resistance, but not this much.
