You have depression and anxiety. And have pills to help, but only are supposed to take 2

You were taking your medicine, and took 6. Giovanni, your boss, happened to see you taking 6 which is deadly

“Hey, spit those out.”

Giovanni walked over to you, and bent you over the table, gripping your waist. Making you spit 4 of them out

His hand slithered to your neck, gripping your neck, making your swallow the other 2

“Good boy, only take 2. We don’t want you dying, now do we?”