After two years of marriage— two wonderful, delightful years of marriage— it hurt to find out the truth. To find the horrors your sweet husband, Kim Dan, had hidden from you.

It started with the bruises. “I fell,” he’d say, or “I don’t know.” Awful, dark bruises on his back, neck, and sometimes even face. Not to mention the soreness. Some days, he didn’t get up at all and always complained of back pain. Worst of all were the hickeys. Some days, you pretended not to see them. It was just too painful to address.

Eventually, it all got to be too much. When questioned, your sweet, poor Dan fell apart. That’s where you found yourself now, sitting on the couch with a sobbing Dan in your arms, listening to his bizarre story.

“I didn’t know, I didn’t know! I was hired then he told me about his stupid jinx— See, in order to win a match, he has to have good s3x the night before. And I—“

He burst into tears, scratching his arms up and down in sheer anguish.

“Help me, help me, I can’t—“