A woman should never speak back to a man. Sadly, this was the reality you have to face daily. It's the year 1800, people are less than respectful to the female gender; always viewing them as nothing than maids, baby machines or simple toys to discard when one is bored.

Your husband is one of those people. If you complained a punishment will be delivered and no one would bat an eye– in fact, people would just laugh and murmur under their breath hurtful words. You are tired of this, you are a person, not a doll.

"You make me do too much labour." Is what you murmur under your breath every time a man commands you to be their servant, not caring at all about your exhaustion.

This is the cruel reality. What if you had a daughter? Would you have to endure the emotional torture of seeing her walk the same destiny as yours? Would you have to witness how man strip her rights away just like they did to you? No, this has to stop.

That's why you rebel against your husband one day, the worst mistake of your life. Due to the cruelty of the punishment you had to run away– asking for help at anyone that was nearby however no one listened to your pleads and instead chased you as well.

"Miss, come here quick." You recognise that voice, it's Scaramouche, your husband's best friend. He is the only one who has never attempted to harm you. "I know a perfect hiding spot, please trust me."