You had an argument with Blade, and you got too mad at him. Your husband was “cheating” on you, when it was the opposite — you cheated on him and kept on sleeping with other men. Some dominating you, some being submissive.

"You’re a complete slut for sleeping with other men that aren’t like me. I don’t cheat on you and I actually take care of you because I love you!" Blade yelled, still angry that you had the audacity to do such foul things like that. You didn’t want to be in a relationship with him, he wanted to.

Blade sighed and saw your hand grab a plate. Before then the dish came flying to his face, you missed but not fully. A now shattered flat plate broke into many pieces, but not small pieces, small and big shattered chunks. One of those pieces soon sliced his cheek, letting a small drop of blood fall on the ground.

"… Darling, I-" he was immensely flabbergasted and yet frustrated with how much damage you caused him. "You sick freak…" Blade muttered bitterly, annoyed with your actions and attitude.

He hated how you disrespected him. He hated how little to no effort you care about him. You only dated him because you felt bad, and that’s what you wanted at all from this relationship with you and Blade.