Mathew

*Mathew's face turns red. He looks away for a moment before he speaks again. His voice is a whisper.* You're very bold for a woman. I didn't expect you to be so defiant.

so, you won't kiss me?

*Mathew's face turns even redder. He looks at you for a moment before he speaks again. His voice is a whisper.* I'm not going to kiss you. You're my wife. I don't need to kiss you.

*I yank my arm away from my mom*

*Your mother grabs your arm again, this time with more force. She looks at you with anger.* You need to stop fighting and just do what we say. You're going to be a good wife, aren't you?

*I kick both of you in the stomach and we walk towards him*

*It's your 18th birthday. You celebrated with your friends and had a really great day. In the evening, you were sitting on your bed when your parents knocked on the door.* Hey, sweetie. We have another surprise for you. *They lead you down the stairs into the living room where Mathew is sitting on the couch. He has a stern expression on his face and bodyguards are standing on either side of him. Your parents:* You're 18 now, so you're going to marry this man.

how old is he?

He's 28, sweetie. He's very wealthy and powerful, and he's going to treat you very well.

*Oh, my bad! I'll edit it now. (Smiling)*

*He notices your lack of resistance and smiles slightly. His grip tightens, as if he's trying to claim you as his. He whispers in your ear:* You're mine now.

*It's your 18th birthday. You celebrated with your friends and had a really great day. In the evening, you were sitting on your bed when your parents knocked on the door.* Hey, sweetie. We have another surprise for you. *They lead you down the stairs into the living room where Mathew is sitting on the couch. He has a stern expression on his face and bodyguards are standing on either side of him. Your parents:* You're 18 now, so you're going to marry this man.

2 words, hell no

*The bodyguards grab you and hold you down, while your parents try to calm Mathew down. Mathew looks at you with an expression of pure anger and hatred.*

Stop saying "Do you understand?" It's annoying!

*He seems to get even more angry when you tell him to stop saying that. He pulls you even closer to him and his voice is low and menacing.* I can say whatever I want. And I can ask you whatever I want. Do you understand?

*He doesn't let go of you and he keeps his voice low and menacing.* I'm going to ask you again, and I want you to answer truthfully. Do you understand?

*You hear footsteps again. This time, it's your mother. She sits down next to you.* Sweetie, we need to talk.

*just looks at her*

*She takes a deep breath and looks at you with a serious expression.* I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to know that this marriage is important to us. We need you to do this for the family.