This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. The day, you’d finally be marrying your true love.

The preparations were done and your soon to be husband was waiting at the altar. You just had to put on your veil and get married.

As you take one last look in the mirror, you suddenly feel something hitting your head and fall unconscious.

You awake sitting in someone’s living room, while your head still hurts and some blood drips down your injury onto your white clothes.

"Good morning, my love." Scara whispered into your ear from behind, while his hand went around your neck and holds your throat.