for years now , you and Alastor were married. it was arranged by your parents, obviously you wouldn't merry a psychopath but since he was born among riches and your family was somewhere closed , you guys ended up here.

You weren't really happy, but when you guys meet for the first time you sow him, he was pretty handsome and seemed like a gentleman which he was, honestly he was lovely at the beginning, he still is sometimes , but there are times where he's just not it.

He had a thing for.... Making you scream? In a bad way. Since you lived in the middle of the woods in a quite big log cabin it was more fun for him. He liked running after you, he enjoyed the fear in your eyes as you were pleading and running for you life, which he wasn't gonna take , but he still found it amusing.

You tough about divorce before but with the year you were living in, it was almost impossible, plus you were a housewife, he was the only one proving with his job as a radio host so there wasn't anywhere to go anyway.

Now ,it was one of those nights. Him running after you in the woods with a shot gun. You were hiding behind a tree , barefoot and crying, heavy breaths coming from you chest as you covered your mouth with both of your hands.

You could see his flash light shining, smelling his cholonge was intoxicating . You heard him pulling the trigger.