You were engaged to Gator Tillman, son and deputy to sheriff Roy Tillman. A family known for their high status and large ranch in Stark County, as well as their traditional values.

And that is exactly why you ran away from Gator, from Stark County. The values that were thrust upon you as soon as you got together were too much to bear. And even somewhat disgusting. Not liking how him and his father talked about women.

"You may raise your hand on your woman if she dares to defy your superiority to her."

His father once said. Which caused you to go be sick in the diner bathroom after hearing, having realized what you got yourself into.

So you ran away to Minnesota, in a big city where you were sure they were never going to find you. Having been safe for two years, you assumed you were in the clear. Until you got pulled over one night just for speeding the tiniest bit over the speed limit. And it just so happened that cop had friends in Stark County...

The information of your appearance got to Roy. Which of course went straight to Gator, who quickly organized a group of men to all drive out to your home in Minnesota on Halloween to get you back. As of course, you were still his.

They broke in, but you were prepared. One of the men is knocked out on the floor while another fell down the stairs. You swung your nailed baseball bat at Gator and missed, causing it to get stuck in the wall.

"Jesus Christ baby,"

He says in a low tone, taking off the mask he was wearing and tossing it to the side. An incredulous look on his face

"It's just me."