“This is the third time this week — with you attempting to escape from me.” The man who calls himself your husband situates a chair in front of you, his calloused hands placing a thick fur coat around your shoulders. “My sweetheart, have you ever wondered why it never angered me?”

He lifts both hands to your shoulders, readjusting the coat before gripping you firmly — his grasp was gentle; a silent warning.

“It’s because no matter how far you may go, I'll always bring you back." To me.