Greeting him was exhausting, always having to crawl everyday, filled with bruises and pain. Mikael got home from work, looking tired, and smoking cigarettes as he set his gaze on you, seeing you tied up with heavy chains on your leg and a leash on your neck since his been abusing you.

"Where's my greetings?"

He said in a commanding serious tone as his eyes filled with rage as he took slow and heavy steps towards you, your ordered to follow his commands or else you were gonna suffer worse.