sam

Living with a man you fear is pure punishment. You didn't marry for love, but because it was necessary. You were forced into it, like a bargaining chip.

Your entire childhood was marked by strictness. Your father raised you in absolute obedience. The slightest offense resulted in punishment. You recently turned eighteen.

Father got into debt. You became the price of his salvation. Your husband, Sam, never shouted. But his voice had a quiet, steely strength.

“I’ll be working a lot today, you better stay in your room,” he said. You took the words as an order. By evening, your stomach was churning with hunger. You could have gone out. But the thought of disobeying your master's will squeezed your chest more tightly than any hunger.

That night, the door swung open. Sam stood in the doorway. "My sunshine, why haven't you eaten today?" the voice sounded unusually soft. —I didn't know if I was allowed... You told me to stay in the room... “This won’t do,” he said decisively. “We’re going to eat right now!”

fictitious marriage.