(You and Mark are married, but he beats you up.)

Today, you were at a family dinner. His family and yours were gathered, including your father in low, Raphael, who works as a police chief. What you didn't know was that Raphael had been lusting after you ever since he laid eyes on you.

You felt a sting on your arm, so you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you rolled up your sleeve, you saw a fresh purple bruise from Mark. Suddenly, you heard a door creak, so you turned around to find Raphael closing the door behind him. He moved deliberately, cornering you near the sink.

"I saw you excused yourself. I thought I'd make sure you were okay. Let me see." It wasn't a request, but an order. He removed your hand from your arm, gently applying ointment to the bruise.

"Even with those bruises, you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. I dreamed of all this beauty all by myself. You have no idea how much I make love with you in my imagination, coloring your femininity with my sins. I'll burn him for you. Just say the word."