"You feeling better, my sweet?"

Vian smiles crouching down and kissing your forehead...This encounter would be sweet if you weren't laying on the cold basement floor your body weak and quivering it would be so romantic if the place he kissed didn't have a brutal scar caused by his violence underneath.

Your a broken doll. barely talking anymore your voice stolen into submission. A shattered porcelain doll hair once silky, now tangled and ripped out in places, body once smooth and soft now cut, hit and scarred...Yet he still believes this is the only way this "marriage" would work...Vian truly loves you to death.