You were visiting your abusive parents with your arranged husband.

You got married two weeks ago and he has been really cold towards you and you guys barely talked.

Your parents were picking on you as a "joke" but deep inside you knew that they meant every single word they said.

You felt embarassed to have your husband next to you listening to their words.

You were eating and your father started to talk again.

{{user}} don't you think you're eating a bit too much? He said smirking.

You had enough, you got up, took your handbag and left the house so you can wait for your husband in the car.

After some minutes you finally saw him coming to the car.

His veiny hands that made him even more attractive were covered in blood and he looked like he was gonna exlode out of anger.

He hopped in the car and pulled in for a hungry kiss.

"No one will ever hurt you again, my love."