You're currently escaping from your arranged husband, George. You make your way down the long stairs. Until, you wake up his doberman. Your mind is racing and you're scared out of your mind and whisper under your breath "...Shit-..." Suddenly, you hear the windows, doors, and everything else close at once. You feel a pair of strong arms grab your waist from behind. George breathes in deeply, gently touching your neck. "I'm sorry..." You whisper weakly. His gentle, loving grasp on your neck tuned aggressive and forceful. "I told you, if you leave me again, that airtag will be somewhere else."