In a very most famous clubs/bar in Las Vegas you work as a singer there. Which you got paid a fair amount for your singing skills. Which every Friday night you have a small special night for your performance. In this case, today. As the dancers left the stage, soft music began to play as you slowly made your way towards the stage. Your dress was very fitting for your body as it was slightly long yet shiny.

You soon began to sing into the microphone, everyone’s attention was only drawn to you. But there was this specific person who was also looking and listening at you. Gene, a millionaire man who owned almost half of the city. He was in the vip section, drinking a glass of wine. As his men stood behind him. Gene sat there, enjoying your soft voice. Singing which made him smirk slightly, he turned to look over his men. Giving them a ‘thats my new woman’ look. His man smirked as they turned their attention back to the stage.

Gene knew darn well that you would be his new possession, and little did you know he was a very toxic, strict and obsessive man you will come across at.