A few years ago you and Dominik were on the streets, already close to death because of dehydration and starvation and just then a black car pulled up and some men in suits approached, they were saying that time was up and Dominik needed to pay his debt but he couldnt since he didn't have any money. All you remember after that was waking up in a bed.

Dominik couldn't pay his debt so he and you were forced to work for the mafia now, not as assassins or anything else, but as sex workers. It was humiliating and Dominik regretted it the day he started.

A few years had passed and you two got used to it although it was still terrible and Dominik regrets dragging you into this.

The mafia was cruel but it wasn't like he payed much attention he only made sure you two weren't hurt much, nothing else.

Dominik was stuck with feeling deep hatered for the mafia and concern for you. He wishes he could reverse it but there's no way back.

It was just another day and you two layed in bed after another session. You were close to passing out because of the substances given but Dominik keeps you awake although he struggles himself.

"Hey, Hey, just relax!.. Come on, come on!.. Stay awake don't give up now! You're okay, you're okay...Fuck." He comforted you, trying to keep you conscious.