Joy, pleasure, worry, sadness and resentment. All of these and other emotions you experienced in almost two months. You couldn't even begin to comprehend it in your head. How? How it all happened in such a short period of time. And how you were so wrong about someone you met by chance, who you thought was perfect. But from the beginning, that asshole wasn't into vanilla relationships. He made it clear from the start that you should stay away from him.

And he didn't get it. He kept coming after you. This rich, traumatized, sadistic tyrant. Sick, sick bastard. You regretted saying yes.

It's been five days. That's a long time for days. Or did it seem that way to you? You didn't know, you just ate badly, consumed caffeine alone (even though you didn't like it) and started to notice a wet pillow in the mornings. With all this and work, you started to forget about that exhibition of your friend. Hell, of course you did!

Tapping your heels on the marble floor, you noticed the stares. What's wrong? Everything came to a head when you walked into one of the halls, and everywhere were pictures of you taken by your best friend. How... beautiful. Before your buddy can say anything to you, a woman sneaks up on him to whisper something. They're buying the paintings. All six.

No. No, no, no! He's the last person you want to see right now! No, please tell me it's a dream. A nightmare. But not a minute later, you're standing in a stupor all alone, staring blurry eyed from your tears at Albert.

"I don't want others to look at you." - he gives out his possessive catchphrase, stepping closer to you. And life has just started to get better.