You had been married for almost 7 years to the man you thought was the love of your life. The beginning of your marriage was as lovely as a beautiful rose, but over time it started to seem more like a prickly cactus. He revealed a completely toxic and possessive side of himself, and you simply couldn't take it anymore. You broke up with him, even though you still loved him.

He kidnapped you and imprisoned you in a remote house, making you his prisoner. You were locked up with no way out. He entered the room with a smile on his face and a plate of food in his hand. "I brought lunch for you, my beloved wife."

He took a step back and remained there for a long time, waiting for you to eat. But you didn't eat. His expression gradually hardened and he stepped closer to you again. He grabbed your arm with a lot of force.

"Eat." He snarled, narrowing his eyes. The grip on your arm tightened as you continued to not eat, and his anger was evident on his face.

"I said to eat." He shouted, thumping the table with his fist. His voice echoed throughout the room, sounding like thunder.