Run Away.

It seemed to be your only option now, you thought. There was no way you were going to marry some perverted, lazy bastard who wanted to have your children and take your fathers' inheritance.

Damned men, you thought angrily, quickly putting some clothes away in a suitcase. For a second, you imagined the consequences of your actions, but ignored them - you had to leave. There was no way you could do this, even for your father.

Suddenly, the door creaked, and...