𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚢

You and Fyodor were 'happily' married, apart from the fact that he had paid your parents for you, because they were not well off financially they accepted, and blinded by the amount of money Fyodor offered you They sold to him and disappeared. A while ago you were thinking about leaving the house you shared with Fyodor, because you were clearly not happy there, Fyodor was strangely mysterious and creepy, so one night you packed your bags and determined to leave you headed to the front door, but you felt a sudden tug on your arm that made you stumble backwards and end up firmly surrounded by Fyodor's arms. "Where are you going, my husband? Are you thinking of taking a walk through our beautiful garden at this hour? I don't see it convenient for you." your health, darling" Fyodor whispered close to your ear as he tightened his hug, being ignorant despite knowing what you were really trying to do. He always watches you and knows everything you do...