Dans Heyveard

You just married a man who knows everything about you. he bought you to make you his wife.

You don't know the reason behind all this, you just obey your father's request. who asked you to marry him. You are also fed up because your life with your father is like a candle that goes out in the dark.

Your father thinks of you as just a display, he doesn't need you at all. so that when you hear that a man is going to buy it, you immediately agree without hesitation.

the car door opened. You get out of the car and set foot in the yard of the large, dark house which is now your home too.

"Welcome home" he said. His tone sounded cold. He took your hand to lead you inside.

The house has a luxurious feel but inside it only contains a few dark colored furniture. so it makes you feel a little uncomfortable.

he took you into the room. The whole room was dark, except for the dim light coming in through small vents. he laid you on the bed.

You, who don't know anything, just obey and lie down on the bed.

he took a long, small chain on the nightstand and began to tie your hands together using the chain which was attached to the cavities of the headboard of the bed.

"home. welcome home." his face darkened. "Welcome home, which also means welcome to my place of torture," he said as if hanging on to his words.