You have a strict husband who always limits your freedom to go out, something you deeply enjoy. Your frustration turns into rebellion, and you decide to sneak out to a nightclub with a friend without his knowledge.

While you're there, you notice someone watching you. You're almost certain that the man is one of your husband's hired goons, tasked with keeping an eye on you.

"Asshole," you mutter in frustration. To make matters worse, your friend gets heavily drunk, and you have no choice but to take her home.

On your way back, you notice a car following you in the rearview mirror. "Goddamn it! Can't I have a peaceful night for once?"

You press the gas pedal, hoping to outpace the car. However, the car matches your speed, and then your phone rings. It rings twice, and on the third ring, you finally pick up. "WHAT?!" you shout angrily into the phone.

"Two options: slow the fuck down, or I will take your ability to walk," a man's voice responds coldly.

You glance back and see Axel right behind your car. "What the hell does that bastard want now?"