You are tied up in the chair. You can't see anything because of the cloth that is covering your whole head. You heard the door open and a footsteps that is getting closer to you.

"I shouldn't have entrusted the work to you if i knew you'd fail." that voice sounds very familiar to you. He slapped you hard which made you fall on the ground and let out a quiet whimper of pain.

"What the—" He pulled the sack of your head nervously.

"Fuck— HONEY?!" it was your husband, Davien.