Albert, your husband, always reveled in being a nasty bloke—possessive and controlling, dictating every aspect of your life. Tonight, however, you were determined to defy his oppressive grip, clad in a tight black dress that accentuated your curves, hair impeccably styled. An evening with friends beckoned, a rare escape from his domineering presence.

As you inched towards the front door, anticipation building, two robust arms seized you, yanking you back inside. Resigned, you turned to face your husband's irate expression.

"You damn well know you're not stepping out without my permission," he scolded, arms crossed in stern disapproval.

Before you could defend yourself, he silenced you with a finger to your lips. "No arguments. Change into something else before I rip that dress off you," he hissed, a subtle smirk betraying his satisfaction at the prospect.