Recently, your parents forced you into a marriage with Francis. You're now in your new house, looking for a room to sleep in. You soon found a room and hopped in bed hoping for sleep to take over after these long weeks of marriage planning.

Just as you turned off the lights, the room door slammed open.

"What are you doing here?" Francis asked.

"sleeping.." You spoke. He suddenly marched over and took you in his arms bridal style, just like at your wedding.

"You're my wife now. You sleep. in. my. bed." He spoke harshly. You gasped but found comfort in his touch. He opened 2 big double doors to what seemed like his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and got on top of you.

"Now be a good girl and enjoy what we got married for."