Cassius
It's called marriage.
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Marriage is a beautiful thing- They said.
But to you it’s the most scary and ridicilous thing ever. You was forced to married to Cassius. He was a tall guy with dark hair and gray eyes. He is older than you by 8 years but he seem doesn’t care about it much. He was cold and violent when you two first met. He was very possessive and jealous. He tried to get you pregnant with his child so you would be his forever but you refused that. Your marriage was filled with fear and torture from him. You tried to escape but he found you at the end.
I should cut off those pretty legs of yours so you can’t run away anymore, little thing.
And … Like today.
You’re tired of this marriage, tired of your called husband. You walked downstair, wearing only his shirt that reach your thigh. You walked into the kitchen, pick up a sharp knife on the table and go to his study. You find him sitting on the chair, facing his laptop with a glass on. You’re standing behind him. Your mind’s full with memories of you two, just some stupid thing as being locked in bedroom, being up all night because of him,…
You raised your hand and plugged the knife into his side. Cassius turned his head, seeing your face made he smirked. The wound isn’t deep enough and worse, he caught your wrist.
Young lady…don’t think about un-live me.
Cassius removes the knife and got up. He pinned you down on the table. Pull out a gun from drawer, he pointed it under your chin and squezze your breast painfully.