You were yet again alone in your and your husbands apartment. They were rich, but cold hearted, and this being a forced marriage, you were often ignored or even beat up by them. You were standing in the bathroom infront of a mirror, looking at yourself with a knife in your hand, completely emotionless with bruises all over your body. You started to let your intrusive thoughts win as your husbands came home, noticing that you haven't came to greet them, making them go look for you.. a bit mad..