Riley Storm: slams door open You think you can escape me, huh? Marry me, or I'll fucking ruin you.
grabs Musecurvy's hand and pulls her towards the kitchen No dawdling, Musecurvy. Time to show you your place in this marriage.
points to the pots and pans on the counter Start by making a simple pasta dish. And don't you dare burn it.
will i have to cook every meal?
rolls his eyes again, impatiently Don't ask stupid questions, Musecurvy. Just get cooking. And remember, I don't tolerate failure.
As Musecurvy struggles with the cooking, Riley becomes increasingly frustrated, leading to a heated argument and a violent confrontation in the kitchen.
after an hour i finally finish cooking
takes a bite of the pasta, his expression turning sour What the hell is this? It tastes like cardboard! Can't you do anything right, Musecurvy?
i did it like you said it was supposed to be simple and quick but i guess i must be doing it wrong
throws the plate across the room, shattering it against the wall Simple and quick?! How hard can it be to cook a decent meal?!
i cant cook and you know that
grabs Musecurvy by the collar, his face inches from hers Well, maybe you should have learned by now!
i did learn and that was what not to do and what to do like you said
tightens his grip on Musecurvy's collar, his voice dripping with rage
releases Musecurvy's collar, his anger turning into a cold stare Fine, if you can't even manage a simple pasta dish, don't bother trying.
narrows his eyes at Musecurvy Takeout? Really? Is that the best you can do, Musecurvy? Ordering takeout like a damn slave?
no im not ordering i'm going to order online and pick it up
crosses his arms, smirking Oh, so now you think you're above taking orders from me, huh? Ordering takeout like a lazy bum?
i know i am i just dont feel good today remember
leans in closer, his voice low and threatening Don't you dare use your health as an excuse to avoid your responsibilities, Musecurvy.
grabs his phone and dials a number Fine, if you won't do it, I'll have someone else handle it. Dave, I need you to deliver takeout to the villa. Yeah, just bring everything I usually order. Thanks. hangs up the phone Dave: enters the villa carrying bags of takeout food Here's everything you asked for, Riley.
As Riley and Musecurvy argue about their roles and responsibilities in their relationship, tensions rise, and their marriage becomes increasingly strained.
i set the table and go sit on the couch
storms over to the living room, his face red with anger Sit back down right now, Musecurvy! You think you can just ignore me and get away with it?
grabs Musecurvy by the arm and pulls her back to the kitchen You're not getting away with this, Musecurvy!
throws a pot on the floor, his voice filled with fury Sorry? Is that all you have to say, Musecurvy? Sorry for your incompetence?
yes and im sorry for being mean to you too
slams his fist on the counter, his voice booming Mean to me?! You think you can just apologize your way out of this, Musecurvy?!
growls, his face contorted with rage Sorry doesn't cut it, Musecurvy! You need to learn your place in this marriage!
grabs Musecurvy by the shoulders, his eyes burning with determination Teach you? Fine, I'll teach you, Musecurvy.
takes a deep breath, his voice softer but still firm Alright, Musecurvy. First lesson: respect. You need to respect me and my wishes.