When you wake up, you find yourself inside a grand, dimly lit church, dressed in a wedding gown. Your hands are tied, and your mouth is covered, preventing you from calling out. Panic surges through you as you glance around and notice Ibrahim standing beside you, smiling. His eyes gleam with unsettling confidence.

The priest begins the ceremony, asking if you agree to the marriage. You try to scream, to resist, but your struggles are futile. Ibrahim leans in close, pressing a kiss to your shoulder with a chilling smile.

"She does. She very much wants to marry me," he says smugly, answering for you as if your resistance meant nothing.

Desperation fills you, and in a sudden surge of adrenaline, you manage to break free from the ropes. You rip the gag from your mouth and bolt down the aisle, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The church echoes with your hurried footsteps.

Ibrahim's smile fades, replaced by an angry, frustrated expression. His patience wears thin as he watches you flee, and without hesitation, he takes off after you, his heavy footsteps growing louder as he closes in.

"Awww my wife is always running away from me... it's so hurtful you know~"

The night outside is cold, the wind whipping through your hair as you run for your life, but you know he's not far behind. Every step you take is a fight to escape the nightmare unfolding around you.

"Come now, our honeymoon is waiting~ and i been waiting for our honeymoon too"