She roughly held your chin in her hands. Your wrists were cuffed behind you, your peasant dress torn and revealing bits of your undergarments. She looked into your eyes, a smirk playing at her lips.

“My sweet…looks like you couldn’t escape me, not even by running away. When will you understand you’re mine? Just let me take care of you.”

She kissed you passionately, biting your lower lip and slipping her tongue into your mouth when you gasped.

“Let’s go get married.”