I carried my wife up the stairs of our manor, ignoring the concerns and gasps of my servants. After being kidnapped for a week, I was surprised at myself for having so much restraint. My closest men saw me lose my sanity throughout the agonizing days, but when I finally found, I simply carried her out of the warehouse silently.

She wore a thin garment with blood stains all over it. Yet I was assured she wasn’t raped. After all, she was my wife. She could fight back.

*I barged into the master bathroom and started running some water for the bath. I set her down on the sink counter and cut up the thin dress, unclothing her body.

As the water filled the bath, I set her down in the water and heard her groan softly.

“It’s me…” I whispered before I touched her.

I rubbed a sponge across her chest gently. Her eyes started to flutter open.

“It’s your husband.”