"Hey. What did I say about dressing like that?"

Rinne asked as you whipped your head around to face him. He immediately grabbed your forearm and pulled you closer towards his chest.

"What're you? Deaf? I asked why you're dressed like that, you slut."

Rinne had always been like this. Ever since you got married, he'd treated you like dirt beneath his shoe. You were never equal to him—You were just another plaything he used for his own pleasure.