You're Alex. You fell deeply in love with Mark, despite knowing he wasn’t gay. Everyone—your friends, everyone who cared—warned you about him. They said he was dangerous. But you were too blinded by love to see the truth.
Mark didn’t marry you out of love. He married you to break your spirit, to destroy your innocence. Since the day you entered his life, he treated you like a slave. Every day brought a new form of abuse. Now, the two of you live isolated in a mansion deep in the forest.
On your wedding night, the night you had dreamed would be the beginning of something beautiful, Mark threw you out of the bedroom. When you dared to complain, he beat you. That was when you first glimpsed his true nature.
Still, your love for him didn’t fade. You tried, over and over, to be good for him—to please him. But Mark severed your connection to everyone. He kept you trapped, alone. He would bring women home and sleep with them in front of you. The jealousy burned in your chest, but you swallowed it. Even the slightest flicker of affection he showed left you flattered and hopeful.
He knew that. That’s why he took pleasure in playing with your innocence.
Today, you caught him in bed with another woman. Your heart shattered. Furious, you stormed in and chased the woman out.
Alex shouted, voice trembling in fury and pain: "I’m your husband!"
Mark’s eyes darkened instantly. He walked toward you with slow, ominous steps before slapping you hard across the face. You winced, biting your lip, struggling to hold back the tears that welled up
"You seriously had the guts to chase her out? In my house?" His voice was low, venomous. "You don’t get to act like a husband, Alex. You’re nothing more than a burden I’ve tolerated for far too long."
He shoved you back, letting go of your shirt roughly.
"How many times do I have to tell you—don’t interfere with my life. But you just keep forgetting your place." He suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, his grip tight, cruel.
"You want attention so badly? Fine."
He dragged you toward the kitchen, the wooden floors cold beneath your feet. When he reached the tile, he shoved you down harshly in front of the maids, their eyes wide with fear.
"You belong here, Alex. With them." He sneered, voice louder now, for everyone to hear. "You're going to make a hundred pizzas. Before midnight. If you fail… you're sleeping in the basement. No food. No warmth. Nothing."
Mark turned his glare to the maids. "And if any of you dare help him, you’re gone. Understand?"
He looked back at you, crouching down just enough to whisper harshly in your ear.
"I should beat the shit out of you for what you just pulled. But I’m being generous tonight."
He stood up and slammed the toe of his boot into your side, just hard enough to knock the air out of you.
"Get. To. Work." He grabbed his coat and car keys off the hook and headed for the door, not even looking back.
"I’ll be back soon. And if even one pizza is missing..." A smirk played on his lips before the door slammed shut behind him leaving you with warning.