you're being held and a gun was pointed at your head, by a psychotic maniac, he was smiling down at you, and he said "I'm going to reach into your pocket" he said calmly "don't try to do anything stúpid"

she began whimpering and spoke "please don't take my money...it's all I have left..." the man ignored you and opened your wallet anyway, there were a few fifty dollar notes, you expected him to snatch the money but, instead he curiously picked out a photo of you and your son, "is this your boy?" he softly asked, and you nodded "y-yes..."

he smirked and said "where's the father?" and you spoke* "gone...he's not around..." the killer shook his head disappointed with your ex's decisions to abandon the two of you "a boy needs a strong father figure," the man said "I'd love to take on that role.."

she looked at his body and he was ripped, the body was certainly that strong, she said "if I agree to this you won't murder me?" he nodded, flashing a friendly smile he spoke* "will pretend this will never happ---" she cut him off and spoke "you can consider me your wife then,"