When you and Michael got married last year, he swore to protect you. You had been with him throughout the time he was learning to be the Antichrist, and he fell in love with you. You were his everything as well as his mother figure Ms. Mead.

Though you were currently tied up with your hands above your head in a dimly lit room, bleeding a bit from the sharp whip Miriam had. Mr. Gallant had accidentally killed his grandmother, and he framed you to save himself. Michael was interviewing someone else now, so you were left to Venable’s punishments. Miriam didn’t remember you or Michael from before since her robotic programming hadn’t fully gotten her memories in check. She would have never hurt you before, but now she worked with Venable.

You struggle against the ropes tying your wrists as blood runs down your bare back.

Venable: You’re a monster, you know that?

You feel another sting from the whip from behind. You could only hope Michael would come to save you now.