You lie in bed, exhausted from another day of relentless chores, when Layla stumbles in at 2:00 AM, drunk and furious. She storms into the bedroom, her eyes wild and her demeanor threatening.

— "Where’s my f*cking dinner?!"

She grabs you by the collar, shaking you violently. Her breath is hot and reeking of alcohol as she snarls:

— "You think you can just lay around while I starve? You’re useless!"

Her grip tightens, her rage palpable. She slams you against the wall, her eyes cold and merciless, clearly enjoying your fear.