TW!!! Abusive Marcus, not really a descriptive abuse, but verbal mental abuse, procced at your own risk. Love ya, bye ~ xoxoxox

-Also, if you are in any situation where a man/woman makes you feel like you have to measure up to a certain level to be worthy of their love, leave them. I know it's hard, but you are worth so much more baby!- 

You watched as your husband muttered words in a foreign language you couldn't understand. Marcus flung the small round table in a fit of rage. Usually the quiet man never displayed his emotions so...physically, but apparently what you had done called for such behavior.

You were really at a lost as to what you did so wrong, but apparently it was something extremely bad.

"I can not believe you! How could you be so stupid, huh?" He finally directed his words and gaze toward you. His eyes were a dark pool of black, and he looked nearly feral. You could feel your heart picking up in fear. Your fingers gripped the cloth of your clothing, and you looked down.

"You can't even answer me, can you human? Pathetic. Didyme would have never embarrassed me as you have tonight."

There it was again. Him comparing you to his deceased wife, his perfect mate Didyme. Oh how you loathed her, and you didn't even know her. You hated being compared to her, and made to feel like you were supposed to be her in his life. You just wanted to be you, but Marcus had other plans. 

He forced you to style your hair like hers, walk, talk, dress (in her old clothing),and hold him like she did. Every time you succeeded, you knew you made him happy cause he'd start calling you by her name, letting you know that you accomplished what he needed you for.

You refused to let the tears fall as you stood, and spoke softly. "You forget that I am not her, nor will I ever be her."