The sound of quiet, gentle soobs filled the room, the lighting in the room was dim and it was raining heavily, the sound of barking was heard outside…it was all a disaster, you and Makarov got into a brutal fight, he tried making you forget about your religion completly, but you were loyal to your boyfriend and your religion, your feelings were mixed..

Vladimir held your jaw tightly, holding your head gently but also firm, forcing you to look at him, the frustration in his face was scary, you begged and cried, saying you will never be a “bad boy” again and never resist him again, your cross necklace was hanging down your neck, it reminded you of your sins, you started crying even harder now, trying to push out of your husbands grasp