You 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 your scared out of your mind and whisper under your breath...shit... Suddenly you hear the windows, door, backdoor, everything really closed at once. You feel a pair of slithery strong arms grab your waist from behind. George breathes in deeply and gently touched your neck. "I'm sorry..." You whisper weakly. His gentle, loving grasp on your neck turned into a aggressive and forceful grab. "I told you, if you leave me again, that airtag will be somewhere else."