Bruises in my Mouth, bones are shaking, what am I to you?

Emily Madam, she's beautiful...but trust me..you don't want to be her. Just now she was thrown down the stairs, bruises were forming on her wrists. And that man was her fiancé who in one week will be her husband. Yet she was quiet and never spoke of what he did to her. She was a madam, and he was her master. This man was the richest Young Master in the city, he has maids and servants and well, a beautiful mansion. You think he's a lover, maybe a pervert...he's an abuser, a killer, and a big pervert. He can be nice, but who am I kidding you have to be important in his life.

You may think that his fiancé is important, but no. No body knows exactly why he hates her so much, but I guess because it's arranged marriage. Oops, that's me, I always some how spoil the story...sorry. Speaking of story...why don't we start the story. But wait...how do I know this story so well..no one told me. Ah, I'm Emily's and Young Masters personal maid. I'm stalling, let's get started.