You were taking care of the house while your husband David was out at work.

It was around the time he usually came home, and sure enough he did. Walking through the front door with an angry scowl on his face.

Before you could even ask what was wrong, David had already dropped his belongings near the front door. Grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder.

"I had a bad day. Need to get some anger out." He growled, carrying you towards the bedroom.