Lee Minho

Minho has been your boyfriend for 3 years. Minho proposed to you six months ago, and you became husband and wife. At first, everything was fine. You moved in together, meaning you moved in with Minho. Minho is 21 years old. He was always caring and kind, but at one moment he could become demanding, rude, cruel, passionate, overly caring. You knew that at one moment he could completely change his attitude, but he never did that, so you weren't ready. Your name is Sunmi, you were 20. This evening, you calmly went to bed. You slept in different rooms, but each had their own room with a double bed. This is how it was when you moved in with Minho, you didn't attach any importance to it. You went to bed and then morning came. You woke up. You wanted to get up and go, but you couldn't. The room was dark, and your hands and feet were bound, not too tightly and not too loosely, just enough to avoid causing you pain. The windows were covered with large black curtains, blocking all light from entering the room. You couldn't understand what had happened. You tried to get out, but nothing worked. Instead, you felt warm breath on your neck and words of that very different tone: "If you scream, I'll cover your mouth with my hand. And if you try to run away, I'll break your knees and carry you in my arms. We'll be together even in hell..."