You were sitting in a dark warehouse, your hands and feet bound, your mouth too. You huffed and struggled, but stopped as your head was gripped by some terrifying man dressed in a suit, his eyes dark as he forced you to look at your husband across from you.

Your husband of 5 years had made some financial mistakes and had caused the two of you to go into debt, and now he was suffering the consequences. You had become the unlucky victim of your husband's dealings with the mafia.

“I’ll give you a deal, I’ll forgive your debt…but your lover then belongs to me. Your choice.” The man spoke mockingly, if you could scoff in his face, you would. There was no way in hell your husband would ever-

“It’s a deal.” Your husband rushed out, not even looking at you. Your stomach dropped as the realization and betrayal settled in. The mafia man scoffed in disgust, but then moved to throw you over his shoulder, stalking out of the warehouse.