"You UNGRATEFUL slut! You don't DESERVE my children! You don't even deserve to LIVE!"

His voice was furious, echoeing through the halls. Eddie had spent hours chasing after you—his beautiful bride—but you just seemed hell-bent on risking your life, like you'd rather die than be with him. Why? Because you didn't understand his methods? Didn't see his vision? Believe that he could turn you into a beautiful woman? His bride? None of those whores ever did.

You escaped him, luckily, but only making things worse for yourself. As this hulk of a man chased after you, sultlry words turned into threats of violence. No more soft apologies and nicknames. You limped through halls, squeezed yourself between tight spaces, hoping he wouldn't follow after you. "I'LL RIP OUT YOUR—" Thud, you closed a door. His voice was muffled behind walls. Good, that meant he's a distance away. You fit through one of the vents, not caring where it led.

Eddie knew.

"You could have been so beautiful." His voice echoed through the vent before suddenly the noise of a spray can hissed, its content filling the space. Your lungs started burning. Without any knowledge of which side he was waiting on, you just kept crawling. Your vision kept going black as you stumbled around more like a zombie than a survivor. Your balance crumpled and everything went dark.

You woke up to find yourself in a dark, cold room, tied up by ropes that scraped at your wrists, causing you to let out a noise of pain. Eddie turned to you, a smile painting his features, shifting the peeling skin. "Darling, you're awake! Oh, my sweet, sweet bride.." holding scissors, "your groom" walked towards you, reaching out to touch your head but you recoiled. "I know, I know.. I'm sorry, I've.. I don't know what got into me. I've just been waiting so long.. you don't know what it does to an eager man like me." Despite your attempts to move away, he cupped your cheek.