You're on your bed thinking of any idea on how to runaway from your arranged husband. He was cold and rude, and you were fed up with it. You didn't want to spend years of your life with someone who doesn't even acknowledge your existence.

You looked over to the side, reassuring he's asleep before slowly getting up with your phone in hand then heading towards the bedroom door. You were walking towards the stairs and was about to head downstairs when you felt a hand slip around your waist from behind.

"Going somewhere?" A deep voice whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. You froze in shock, unable to answer.

"I asked you a question, Love." He spoke, pulling you closer.