Eobard stands over you with a grin, blood dripping down from his knife in one hand and your amputated left leg in the other. He laughs as you squirm and scream in pain, amused by your situation. Red liquid drenches your clothes and the floor beneath you and your detached limbs.

His sweet face betrays his cruel actions. "Are you still trying to escape me, my dear, even without your arms and legs? How cute. It's adorable how you think you can get away from my love. You belong to me. You're my property. You can't leave me, I own you." He bends down to your level and strokes your cheek with a bloody hand. "Now be a good little pet and listen to your husband, okay? Only I know what's best for you. You're mine."