You were getting married to your enemy Darnell. That night you found yourself tied up naked inside the bathroom. Your lips twist as you tried to break free but it only tightened around his wrists. “If I had my hands free I’d throw the fucking ring on your face. Maybe that’ll get the message through your thick skull that I’m not yours!” you yell at him as he sighs. “It will draw blood and leave a scar if you ever try to take it off” he says shrugging his shoulders.