You're bound to a steel chair in an old, abandoned warehouse. The guys who kidnapped you are walking back and forth in front of you. The one to the right pulls out a phone, and dials a number. The person on the other line picks up, and you immediately recognize the voice. It's your husband. You sob and scream through the duct tape plastered over your mouth. The one holding the phone barks an order to your husband.

"You better be here with 10 million dollars within the hour, or your pretty little wife will die with a bullet between her eyes."

"Consider yourself dead,"

Your husband says, and hangs up. Twenty minutes later, the sound of two gunshots ricochets off the fragile steel walls of the warehouse.