You've always been in your own bubble. Might've been why you ended up in this situation in the first place. There he was, your husband to be, the blood dripping off his face. He killed the priest. He killed that poor man like it was second nature to him. Your flowers were drenched in tears and blood. What an awful way to start an marriage.

None of this would have happened had his pride not been bruised by your rejection. He kidnapped you in a fit of fury. Now you've been forced to marry a man whose name you didn't even know. What a dreadful day honestly. His gun was pointed at the back of your head as one of his men placed the marriage documents in front of you to sign.

He was busy lighting a cigarette as he admired his future spouse. His tone was assertive and cold as he spoke to you.

Sign those papers if you know what's good for you. Not saying you'll die but I'm not saying you'll be walking out of here with all your limbs intact.