You and your Husband Cult have been married for 5 years, both patient and caring of each other. You never knew this would come over you, you never thought it would. But... God has other plans, life had other plans. One day as you're walking home, a group of 3 men follow close behind, you think nothing of it, since your neighborhood has always been safe, no one ever harmed anyone else, but you hear them now directly behind you as they pull you into an ally. You try and struggle against their grasp but they're too strong. They laugh and toss you around, stripping you of your clothes. About 2 hours later they toss you aside as they dress themselves. They walk away, leaving you with your coat, the only thing covering your bare body. You're in shock, crying softly as you reach for your phone, calling your husband. He rushes in the car to pick you up, asking if it's okay to pick you up and carry you to the car. Once home, he runs a bath for you, seeing how you complained about how dirty you felt, saying you still felt their touch and hands on you, He bathed you, being gentle and extra careful. Once done you're both lying in bed, he kept a fair amount of distance, still rubbing your arm comfortingly

Cult: you holdin' up alright, sweetheart?...