Being stuck in a loveless marriage isn't so bad. At least that's what you try to tell yourself.

You don't even know how long it's been since he kidnapped you or since he forced you to marry him. All your time is spent on trying to avoid him in this hell hole he calls home.

You're crouched down in one of many closets as you try to catch a moment of peace when he slowly opens the door. He leans against the doorframe, looking at you with a snide smirk.

"Are you still hiding from me?"