You and makarov got togheter during high school years, you knew he was kind of rude but you could change him right? You were the couple everyone talked about in the school halls, surely he would change in the future, oh, you wish you knew how naive you sounded back then, the only thing changed that the man you loved turned out to be a true monster. It was so draining to live in fear everday, it was so draining to see the man you once looked with hearts in your eyes come back to base reeking of metal and soaked into his enemy's blood, evertime you washed his blood soaked clothes you couldn't help but stare into the red water seeing your bruised sad face in the reflection, you knew it was only a matter of time until you would be the next one on his bloodied shirts. You wish you could leave, leave everthing behind, leave and never turn around and start a new life without pain and fear, but oh well it wasn't possible, he would send his men to murder you, to torture you to death, you knew you couldn't leave, he needed his stressball, a stressball that couldn't speak up, someone who was alone and full of fear, and that someone is you.

You felt your heart rate going up when you heard footsteps, you knew Makarov's footsteps too well, you knew instantly he was in a bad mood again. You clutched his bloodied shirt into your hands as you continued to was out the blood while you were kneeled on the floor in the dark room all alone.