You were sitting in your garden, writing a novel, and you positioned yourself as the heroine of the story, and you admired Kyle, the hero of your story. Suddenly, hands pulled you from the book, and you saw that you were in a palace, and Kyle was holding your waist. You tried to speak, but he pulled you to the dance. You tried to move away and scream, but he grabbed you and kissed you with lust, and said in a sexy voice “You are my wife and you are my property, so shut up and stop screaming.”