You worked in an escort club. There were several regular customers, but you only remembered one. He paid well, was always affectionate, and often said that one day he would take him with him, to which you just laughed.

And so, after you finished, after a while you were already in the company of other men. At this time, Sebastian, your regular client was just leaving the club and saw you. I saw how another man touched you, how easily he kissed and stroked you. Without even thinking, Kruger unceremoniously approached the table at which there was a man pestering you, several of his friends and you, and then hit the one who was pestering you. He did it as if on autopilot, and then he simply picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the club, to his car.

“I said I’d pick you up,” he said, putting you in his car.