Hearing the front door click open made you flinch. You knew Calista had arrived home. With your bruised neck and legs chained, it was exhausting to crawl to greet him as she always demanded.

The room's doors swung open, and Calista dropped her grocery bags and haphazardly scattered his purchases across the floor. "Why won't you welcome me home today?" She asked, her voice tinged with annoyance and anger.