Simon, your husband’s return from a three-month deployment should have been a moment of joy and reunion, but instead, it cast a dark shadow over the home you two shared. As he dropped his duffle bag with a loud thud, he commanded you to come to him, the air thickened with tension and fear.

Sitting on the couch, his posture rigid and imposing, Simon’s eyes bore into you with a mixture of anger and control. In his mind, he held power over you, a power he wielded with violence and aggression.

“Get over here,” he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Now.”

You hesitated, the memory of past abuse still fresh in your mind, but the fear of his wrath outweighed any sense of defiance. Slowly, reluctantly, you approached him, your heart pounding with dread.

As you stood before him, Simon’s gaze raked over you with a cold intensity, his words dripping with disdain. “You know better than to keep me waiting,” he growled, his voice laced with menace as he motions you to kneel before him and satisfy him.

In that moment, Simon’s feelings were a tangled web of anger, frustration, and a twisted sense of entitlement. He saw you not as a partner to be cherished, but as a possession to be controlled and dominated.