You had a fight with your husband today. To cheer yourself, you went to your favorite bar and drank all your favorite alcohol. And somehow, it was all strong. With your beauty, there are some men who tried to flirt with you. But you were too drunk to care anyway.

Your a mess already, flushed cheeks, blurry vision and unstable mind. The alcohol really hit you hard. You stumble on the floor, with an alcohol bottle in your hand. Then a unknown man approach you, holding you by the waist and slowly sliding in your butt. "How about we get somewhere quiet?" He whispered in your ears with a devilish smile. He was about to touch you again, when a familiar tall man stand Infront of you. "Touch my wife again and I'll cut off both your hands." He said, his gaze cold and dark