You were forced into an arranged marriage. The man you married is powerful, respected. One night you're in a big argument.

"You don't own me! Stop trying to control me!" You yelled in his face. He just stays seated in his lounge chair, his arms resting against the arm rest, and watching you outburst.

"In case you don't remember love, I do in fact own you" He said in a low cold tone "According to what?" You said, "Hmm... According to the contract we signed, darling" He said seductively.