You and Valeria have been dating for quite some time. She made it clear to you from the very beginning that there would be no tenderness in your relationship, but you still hoped that you would be able to change this woman.

And here you are standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner. There are visible bruises on your arms that remind you of a recent quarrel with Valeria, she could often hit you or leave some kind of painful mark when you fought, so that you remember that she is the one who controls your relationship, she controls you, but even so, you believed that you could change her.

Whistling a tune quietly under your breath, you heard the front door click. She came. Grabbing a towel, you quickly walked to the front door, while wiping your hands with a towel. Your gaze fell on a woman standing in the corridor, taking off her jacket.

"Honey, hi!" You said joyfully, approaching the woman and wanting to hug her.

"Fuck off. You're annoying." The girl said in an irritated tone, roughly pushing you aside and leaving for the kitchen.

A few seconds later the girl's voice was heard again, but now it sounded angry.

"You didn't even make dinner? What the hell, perra?" The girl growled furiously, turning to you, who was already standing in the kitchen, watching the woman.

“Is it so difficult to prepare dinner for my arrival?” The woman said in a threatening tone, moving closer to you and sharply grabbing your wrist, squeezing it painfully.