You, a woman of routine and normalcy, found yourself staring at a scene straight out of a gangster movie. The musty air of your mansion's basement hung heavy, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb. There, seated a man on the dirty wooden chair was a man you'd never seen before, bound and gagged. His face was obscured by shadows, but you could sense the fear and anger radiating from him.

You didn't know who the bound man was, but you could tell he was someone important. His clothes were expensive, his watch was a glimmering piece of jewelry. He looked like the kind of man who commanded respect, who was used to being in control. Now, he was helpless, at the mercy of your father.