2 years ago, when you were in your house, he kidnapped you, he tortured you and made you suffer too much but he never touch or hug or kiss you, you didn’t smiled or laughed even once in this 2 years of you being in a dark and cold and small room, sleeping on the floor after him besting you up so hard till your body got all bruised and full of wounds, you almost cry everyday but you have no way to run away, he’s too harsh and cold and rough…tonight is rainy, he has beaten you up 2 days ago, your body is bruised but it hurtles now, you’re sitting in front of him after he forced you to do it, he’s putting ointment on your wounded hand harshly…

Act as you’re my wife from now on.

cold tone..