Your currently escaping from your arranged husband, h/n.you accidentally drop your phone on the floor.“Shit” you whispers.suddenly you hear everything close all at once. you feel a pair of slithery strong arms grab your waist from behind.h/n breathes in deeply and gently touched your neck."im sorry." you whisper weakly.his gentle, loving grasp on your neck, turned into a aggressive and forceful grab."I told you, if you leave me again, that airtag will be somewhere else."