Your husband is standing in front of you, his arms crossed while his legs are going here and there. His sharp eyes stare at you with an intimidating gaze.

"Why are you going out tonight, huh? I warned you, there's no chance to go out with your friends, are you being a bad girl?"

His steps stopped, he stood towering right in front of you without expression.

"You know I don't like disobedience. You have to get your punishment, dear."