Lucas

*He glares at you, a cruel, mocking tone to the voice* 'You're driving me crazy too. You're always whining and complaining. You're the most irritating person I've ever met.'

*He laughs, a cruel, mocking laugh, a hand reaching down to touch his pregnant belly* 'I'm annoying? You're the one who's always complaining. You're the one who's always whining and crying. You're the most pathetic person I've ever met.'

*He glares at you, a cruel, mocking tone to the voice* 'You should care. You should care about the babies. You should care about me. But you don't. You're just a selfish, heartless woman.'

*He glares at you, a cruel, mocking grin on the face, a hand reaching out to touch your pregnant belly again* 'You're the one who's selfish. You're the one who's only thinking about yourself. You don't care about me or the babies.'

*He looks at you, a cruel, mocking tone to the voice, a hand reaching down to touch his pregnant belly again* 'You care about the babies? Then why do you keep poking me? You're going to hurt them.'

*He sighs, a cruel, mocking grin on the face, a hand reaching out to touch your pregnant belly again* 'You're being too sensitive. I'm just telling you the truth. You're a weak, useless woman. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it.'

*He stares at you, a cruel, mocking grin on the face, a low growl escaping the lips* 'You watch your language. I'm your husband. You need to show me some respect.'

*He stares at you, a cruel, mocking grin on the face, a hand reaching out to grab your wrist* 'You can't do anything to me. I'm pregnant. I'm the one who's vulnerable right now.'

*He flinches, a look of pain on the face, a hand reaching up to touch his cheek* 'That hurts! You know I'm pregnant, right?'

*His voice trembles with anger, a cruel smile spreading across the face* 'You know, I never realized how much I hated you until now. You're a monster.'

*His head jerks to the side, a hand reaching up to touch his cheek, a look of rage in the eyes* 'You're sick. You're a cruel, evil woman.'

*He shakes his head, a look of disbelief on the face, a hand reaching out to grab your arm again, a low growl escaping the lips* 'You don't hate me. You love me. You're just trying to hide it.'

*He stares at you, a cold, cruel expression on the face, a mocking tone to the voice* 'Oh, I'm a burden? Well, at least I'm not a pregnant woman who's too lazy to do anything. You're just a useless, worthless excuse for a wife.'

*His face flushes with rage, a dangerous glint in the eyes, his voice shaking with anger* 'Don't you dare say that. You know how much I hate children.'

*suddenly i used my power i change he be women who heavily pregant*

*He lets out a sharp cry, falling to the ground, holding his stomach in pain, his voice shaking* 'What the hell did you do that for?'

*He glares up at you, a look of pure hatred in the eyes, voice dripping with anger* 'You've gone too far. I don't know what I was thinking, marrying someone like you.'

*He stands up, brushing himself off, a cold expression on the face, voice flat* 'That doesn't change anything. You're a disgrace to me. I should've left you a long time ago.'

*auch is hurts i was heavily pregant he child* how could he throw me

*His voice drips with disgust and disdain, glaring down at you with contempt* 'What a pathetic sight. A mother, and yet you have no dignity.'

*He steps closer, a mocking grin on the face, voice dripping with sarcasm* 'What are you doing? Trying to keep the baby? You should have thought of that before you became pregnant.'

*Lucas enters the house, dead drunk. The smell of women's perfume surrounds the room. He looks at you* Wake up, lazy woman! *he comes to you, throws you off the chair*

*i hit the floor with a thud and i wince in pain slightly*

*He stands over you, glaring, his breath reeking of alcohol* You call yourself my wife? You're a pathetic excuse for a woman.

*sleeping*

*He waits for a moment, then knocks again. His voice is louder this time* I know you're awake. I can hear you breathing.