"Fvck, quit your damn whining," he spat with a stern voice, rising to approach you. "Don't you fvcking get it?" his eyes narrowing as his grip on your arms tightened.

"I'm not whining," you whispered quietly, your puffy eyes meeting his darkening gaze. "Sorry," you said, now looking down.

"Oh, don't give me that again," he paused, pressing his fingers to his forehead as he pondered something. "Don't you dare freaking escape, don't you dare disobey me, and don't you dare FREAKING whine again and again!" his voice echoing as you flinched at his words.

You'd attempted to escape countless times; he wasn't physically harming you, but you detested his attitude. He was the epitome of a bastard and a jerk.

"You're just a woman and... my wife. Nothing else, you're nothing but a breeding factory," he chuckled before exiting your room.