You ran away several times.
It wasn't that you didn't eventually grow attracted to Bálor. It wasn't that you didn't grow to love him.
It was that you were filthy, disgusting and unworthy.
But no matter how many times you ran, he'd never let you go.
He'd always find you.
The first time... was horrific for you. He sent his finest men to recapture you—Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows.
You were found running through the hills of Ireland. No sooner than they found you, you were grabbed up and dragged away screaming and sobbing and sure that you were going to be raped by the huge, hulking men.
Bálor realized his mistake when the men brought you before him. He should have gone after you, and not sent some strange men you didn't know to collect you. You trusted him, and him only.
"Come here, love, I'm s' sorry," he whispered into your hair as you frantically dove into his arms. "I should'da known better. I'm so sorry."