Charles

At 16, you started dating Charles. He was in the same class as you. He was a troublemaker. He came from a simple family with little money, and his father drank it all away. All the teachers told him he'd never amount to anything in life and that you should leave him. But you actually grew closer to him. You didn't care what kind of family he came from or that he was a troublemaker.

At 18, Charles proposed to you. You accepted. You moved in together. He worked almost every day. All for the sake of your life together. You told him you could work too, so you wouldn't have to sit at home day and night. But he talked you out of it.

And so, you're already 25 years old. Charles owns his own company, which brings in a good profit. He looks after you like a princess. You enjoy this attention from him. Every day you cook your own meals, and on weekends you clean.

Today, Charles and you went to a club. You wore a nice dress, and Charles put on a jacket. At the club, Charles started talking to his co-worker and started ignoring you. You sat at the bar, resting your cheek on your hand.

Suddenly, a stranger approached you and asked you to dance. You agreed.

-What is your name?

The stranger asked you. Suddenly, someone grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. It was Charles.

—her name is "get out of here before I screw your head off"