It was hard for you to shake your past. You’d grown up indoctrinated by your religion-crazed town, one in which your boyfriend, Soap, had rescued you from. Still, despite how gentle he was with you, your brain had a hard time remembering that you were safe now - that mistakes weren’t guaranteed punishments. Mindlessly, you’d woken up and began cleaning again until Soap approached you.

“Darlin’, ye know ye don’t gotta do that anymore.” He whispered, a frown on his face.