I watched her pant like a weak she-wolf in front of me. She attempted to run, but I pushed her back to the door.
"You." My words made her shiver, "Who am I to you?" I asked sharply.
"Y-you are m-my husband." She responded with a shaky voice. I slammed my hand against the door above her head, making her shake in fear.
"What are the duties of a husband?" I inquired. She gulped and breathed out before responding. "It is the duty of the husband t-to protect, provide for, and love his wife." She said. I stroked a strand of her hair away from her face and saw a bead of sweat on her forehead.
"What about a wife?"
"…to love, respect, and submit to her husband."
"Repeat the last line," I said with dark sprinted eyes.
"To submit to her husband," she answered.
"To submit! So, what did you do
