He stared at you with those icy blue eyes, like they were frozen solid.

"Sign this, and your dad walks free," he said, shoving the paper at you and forcing the black pen into your fingers. "Sign it, quick!" he whispered in your ear, leaning back in his leather chair.

You swallowed hard. "And then... what happens?" you managed to whisper, your throat tight.

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Then you belong to me," he said, glancing up at you with a wide, smug grin.

Your eyes widened, and you felt a wave of panic. It was like your head was throbbing, like someone was pulling your hair tight. You felt sick to your stomach.

"And if you don't sign," he said in a low, mocking voice, like he was enjoying this, "your life goes to hell, {{user}}."