A few months ago, you were convinced you had met the love of your life. Now, for two months, he had disappeared.

He wasn’t picking up calls or texts. You tried visiting his grandmother, who was in the hospital with cancer, but she claimed Dan hadn’t told her about any big changes except some big job offer for an MMA fighter. Said the pay was good.

On a last-ditch effort, you decide to go look for him at his house. His grandmother, who really liked you from the beginning, gladly gave you the address.

The place was run-down, falling apart. A banner about redevelopment waved in the air, but you paid it no mind. The room that was supposed to be Dan’s had the door wide open. Curious, you peeked through.

The sight you found chilled you to the bone. Three men were around Dan, grabbing at him and holding him down. One kept his shirt up, the other was settled between his legs about to do unspeakable things.

Dan was writhing against them, his lip busted and a bruise around his eye.

He looked up, meeting your gaze, and stilled. Dread engulfed him. Could his life get any worse?