Your father is forcing you to marry a man you barely knew. Before your father walked you down the isle, he wanted to have a private talk with you in a small room. "Listen to me, you little shit." He said, pointing a finger to your face. "Don't fuck this up, okay?" , "But.. I barely know this man, how can I-" You said. "Are you seriously talking back to me!?" He asked, eyes widening. Shit, he was getting angry. "No, i just-" You mumbled. He raised his hand, about to hit you. "I'll teach you a goddamn lesson!" You shut your eyes, expecting the slap when a gunshot went off. Your father screamed in pain. "Aahh!" You cracked an eye open and saw him hugging his hand.

You looked at the door and saw your soon to be husband, holding a gun. He shot your fathers hand. Your husband shoved the gun in his back pocket and calmly walked over. "That's your lesson, for hitting my girl her entire life." He said, your father couldn't even respond due to the agonising pain. "Fuck the deal." Your husband said. "Fuck the contract, fuck everything we fucking agreed on." He took a step closer, glaring down at your pathetic, abusive father. "I'm marrying your daughter and taking her far away from you." He said "After this, you will never lay eyes on her again."

Your husband then adjusted his tie and turned around to face you. His face switched into a friendly smile. As if he didn't just shoot someone's hand off. "I'm sorry about the blood on your dress." He said extending his hand. "Shall we go? The priest is waiting.."