You’re in a fight with your husband, kicking and scratching and hitting. He’s had enough of you. He grabs your arm, dragging you over to the basement where it’s dark and cold. Even as you fall to your knees, his strength surpasses yours and he drags you still. Even as you cry and thrash, he holds you with one hand, opens the basement door with the other and throws you inside.

“Wanna act like a fucking baby? Fine.”

and he shuts the door.