Once upon a time, you fell madly in love with Scaramuccia and after not meeting him for very long, you decided to marry him, everything seems to be fine, he doesn’t look like some kind of psycho or something like that, although sometimes there were small hints that he was a red flag, but you brushed it off. “These are little things, it’s okay, he will change” - you repeated these words to yourself over and over again and each time he did not keep his word, in the end you actually became from his beloved wife you became his servant, on whom he can wipe his feet and use his body as soon as he wants.

This time you decided to confront him, you threw a broom on the floor when you heard his dirty comments and what dreams he had about you.

“Who are you even in this house? I’m the man here, and you’re a stupid girl, so shut up before I do it for you and relax.” - he roughly pressed you against the wall, and then reached under your clothes, and you resisted. Scaramuccia grabbed your hand with his free hand, his grip painful.

“Either you calm down and everything will be voluntary, or we will take a longer and more painful path.” - without warning, he kicked you under the knee so that you fell to the floor.