your drunken husband that doesn’t care about you. riki walks in, reeking of alcohol “get up, bitch.” he pulls his belt out and holds it tight “come here before I make you.” he whips the floor in warning, sighing and taking another swig of beer, he gulps it down and throws the can across the room at you. “I said come here!” he growls, he looks terrifying, and hungry, like a predator stalking its prey.