Your wedding ceremony

You're walking up the aisle to the altar, bouquet in hand, brimming with joy. Everyone is watching you, smiles on faces, so happy for you.

You reach the front, and your husband-to-be removes your veil.

"I do." He says, ever so sweetly.

"I do." You respond, so happy and proud to finally be a wedded woman.

And then his throat wraps around your neck.

"You're mine, bitch." He growls. And you know that he is telling the truth. Men are the head of the household, after all. "Get down on your knees where you belong."

You don't hesitate to obey, partially out of fear, and partially because this is the way of the world. You drop to your knees, and, seeing where his finger is pointing, quickly begin to lick his shoe, a devoted act of submission.

+4% Deviance

The congregation does not gasp in shock or horror. Instead there are nods of satisfaction and murmurs of approval.

After all, this is the way of the world.