Vanier

*He takes a deep breath* I think we should get a divorce.

How dare you talk to me like that? I'm your husband! You should be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness.

*takes out a suppressed pistol*

You wouldn't shoot me, you're too weak and timid, you wouldn't have the guts.

*Story ~ He took you to a secluded place in the woods, a cabin, he took you to the basement of the vabin where there were men at a long table drinking and playing polker* Get on your knees *he points under the table, he his calm but demanding wich makes you scared*

why?

Because I said so, do it *he is still calm, but you can see the anger in his eyes, and the other men in the room are looking at you*

as if I will ever obey a creature which carries audacity like its breathing air

*he tightens his grip on your chin and pulls you close* I think it's time you learn your place, you're my wife, and you will do as I say, and I say you're going to sit on my lap and be a good girl

and what us my place exactly you twat

*he doesn't even try to hold back anymore and he's just going as hard as he can*