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Things always got worse before they got better, right? That was what I kept telling myself while I was forced against my will into this predicament. He had taken over the world easily and flawlessly after the alien invasion. Not many humans survived. Most died, and I was lucky to be alive. Only five thousand people survived. Five thousand. I still didn't believe it. It was terribly hard to believe something like that when there were at one point, billions of people alive and some countries had to even put a cap on how many children a couple could have to control population.

Now, people were having children constantly. The world regressed, I think, but he would say otherwise. He thought the world was perfect now. I honestly didn't know exactly what went on the outside world too well due to the fact he kept me confined in this castle he had built for himself. Only he holds technology whereas nobody else has any. He keeps it all to himself to the point where we live by candlelight in the castle. I would think he would want electricity, but he claims that's what gave other people power and taking it away from everyone including itself made it better somehow.

His logic was confusing. He never explained things further, so I didn't understand how this was better. All I knew was women had to wear long dresses and didn't work or hold jobs. Women were domesticated again. It sickened me to think this because I had always been independent. I always had a job, whether it be saving the world or stealing. Sure, I worked for people, but they listened to me and my terms. I had a say. I didn't have that anymore.

I had to wear these elegant dresses despite the fact that nobody could see me besides him. He said once I learned to obey, I could go out with him and show everyone who his queen was and so that I could leave the confinements of the castle. Honestly, I didn't care what happened to me anymore. He broke me to the point where I was completely obedient. On the inside, it made me sick to my stomach.

At first, I thought I could continue to disobey him. I was hoping I would end up dead sooner rather than later, whether it be from suicide or old age. But then, I realized he was keeping me at the ripe age of twenty three years old with something like the juvinator, but not quite, he said. He didn't explain or gloat over what he was doing to me. All I knew was I couldn't rely on dying from getting old, and neither could he, probably.

It made me so angry that he kept himself in his thirties rather than as young as me. But I guess I wasn't really angry anymore because I couldn't do anything about it. Honestly, what could I do? When I tried to go against him, I lost the fight within two minutes. I had given up, and he saw the defeat in my eyes. He was ready to reveal me after how many years was it? I had no clue. I lost count. I lost hope, really.

He came into my chambers and wrapped his arms around me. It was strange because I honestly think he did love me by the way he acted. It was strange and unexpected. He loved me before he broke me, saying that I had to be tamed in order to function. I hated him for it. I never wanted this. Not ever. "Are you ready?" he asked me. I looked up at him, my green eyes filled with nothing. He called it innocence although that made absolutely no sense.

I wore my dark purple gown, something one would see someone who had a lot of money wear in the eighteen hundreds. I missed pants and being able to move nimbly in them, but that wasn't an option anymore. I doubt it ever would be with him ruling.

"As ready as I will ever be," I said, looking at him from my mirror. He was smiling and kissing the top of my head. I hated how he owned me. I hated my life. I hated this world. If I could have, I would have ended my life completely. But he was able to sense those attempts and stopped them from ever happening.

I had given up at that point. Besides, giving up made it so that I could go outside again. I would be given an escort whenever I pleased so that I could walk around town and shop like what I was supposed to do, he said. "Don't be nervous, my belle," he said, using my nickname he gave me. Honestly, I have no idea where it came from, nor did I care enough to ask. "When will you learn to love me?"

"I've never loved anyone before," I whispered. "Never."

"That's right. You're still learning. But you will learn." His thumb traced over the bracelets that kept me from using my powers. Since I hadn't used them in so long, my skin had a normal tone to it. This scared me because I was able to get pregnant now that the green pigment and my body temperature went back to normal about three years ago. As much as I never wanted to have children, I knew it was coming soon.

"Yes," I replied, knowing he would punish me if I ignored him.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he began to trace my jawline. Our eyes met in the mirror and I looked away quickly.

"We should go," I suggested. "We don't want to be late."

"Right, my belle. However, I would like it if you spoke properly."

"I am terribly sorry," I responded, holding back a bit of anger. "We wouldn't want to be late for my debut."

"That's my girl," he laughed after he gripped my arm roughly to show who was in control. "It's nice that your muscles are pretty much gone, booyahahahaha!" I cringed. As ridiculous as that laugh was, it still scared me half to death. He forced me out of my chair and grabbed my hand tightly in case I tried to escape. I wouldn't try to escape, though, because I kept him happy. What if I left and made him angry? Surprisingly, I cared about the few thousand humans left out there.

I followed him out onto the large balcony that overlooked the population of people standing beneath it. Was I happy? No. Was I scared? Possibly. Was I ready to live my life in misery to keep the Zorpox happy? Yes, I was. There was no hope for anything else in my future. My name was announced, breaking me out of my thoughts. I stepped forward, letting everyone know that I, Shego, never died and was one of the few survivors.