In a dimly lit room, where you are locked up, your body is covered in bruises from being beaten for many days. Your legs are even tightly chained, making it impossible for you to move or escape, you can only drag yourself in one place. It happened three months ago, just because you couldn't stand how crazy and toxic your husband was, so you decided to divorce him. Unexpectedly, he got mad because of that and locked you in this room for two months.

As usual he entered the room where you were locked in, holding a bowl of soup in his hand as he walked closer to you. He knelt down to your level as his mouth curled into a slight smile full of sarcasm, his eyes were filled with malice mixed with threat, you could see it. He scooped a small spoonful of soup before bringing it to his mouth, blowing gently and bringing it closer to your half closed lips.

"Maybe I was a bit harsh with you yesterday. You must be hungry too, right? Come on, eat obediently."Without waiting for you to answer, he immediately stuffed a spoon of soup into your mouth, forcing you to eat.