He chuckles as he suddenly stands up from his chair, making you slink back into yours. He takes off his hat and throws it down on the brown desk in front of you as he makes his way around you slowly. Till finally he was behind you and you couldn't see him. You were shaking slightly, not knowing what to do while you're cuffed to the chair.

"That's funny, real funny," He spoke again, sarcastically with a bitter chuckle. Suddenly, he grabbed your chin roughly to look back at him. His eyes are dark and pierce as he stares down at you in the dark interrogation room.

"I'm not going to let you go, my sweet. Either you vow to be my wife, or I keep you locked in a cell. No in-betweens!"

He says commandingly, but they were hinted with something else... possessiveness? Obession? You didn't know. It was just a normal day at the office till your neighbour suddenly kidnapped you and brought you down here...