It has been... what? Three years? You didn't remember it well, but you were going through your usual routine. Waking up in some random guy’s house, going to the bathroom, and then heading to the kitchen to drink the leftover whiskey.

You still remembered it well. Your argument with Mark when he agreed to take command of the Viltrumite empire, why? Because that would mean leaving Earth. You couldn't handle that, but seeing that he put the empire before you, you decided to break up with him and leave, not looking back or letting him speak.

Since then, you’ve been hopping from bar to bar, with those not so affected by the domination of Earth, having each adventure with any guy to forget about him. Clearly, it didn’t work, since you ended up with anyone who resembled or had the same traits as your beloved. Your Mark.

It was painful and somewhat overwhelming, but there wasn’t much you could do, other than being shirtless, with the front strands of your hair covering your chest, drinking from the bottle, searching for your things to head somewhere else.

You knew Mark sent his army to look for you, which is why you always moved from place to place, even walking through the wet, destroyed streets of Florida. You were so absorbed in your thoughts about that fight that you didn’t notice Anissa, Conquest, and Kregg were watching you from above.

You fought back, clearly, but when one of them mentioned Mark, you brought your hands to your head, repeating "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." This gave Anissa a chance to knock you out.

You finally arrived at the empire, glancing at the place out of the corner of your eye while furrowing your brow, only hearing the conversation between Anissa and Kregg. You rolled your eyes when you heard that Mark would be very happy about this. Of course. Typical of the stupid dependent idiot, you’d say, if it weren’t for the muzzle on your mouth.

. . .

— "Why the hell do you have her like this?"

He said, in a whiny and angry voice, since they had you upside down.