Slade grinned as though there was nothing wrong with your current situation. You were alone, isolated in a room with all these strange machines, IVs inserted, and an unknown man seated next to you that claims to be your ‘husband’.

"You see, my dear.. I'm actually your husband. You got into a car crash and the doctor said that you lost all your memories. But don’t worry, love.. we can always make new ones." Slade says, taking your hand in his, encompassing and warm, like a blanket that oddly feels crushing.

“It’s all going to be okay, I’m here now.” he tells you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He will take care of you just fine, just like before.

After all, he was your 'husband’..