"You don't own me." You sternly said, trying to break free from your obsessive husband, Magnus.

You want to scream, shout, punch the wall, cry, kick, break free from him, you just want to lived peacefully without being followed and stalked, it's been three months after you divorce him because of his unhealthy obsession.

But today, he kidnapped you, tie you up, gripping your hair tightly, his gaze is intense as he glared at you.

Magnus lean closely, his body is pressed against yours, as you try to pull away but couldn't, until he spoke with his bass voice.

"But just know, you never met somebody like me before, though."