You left your ex-boyfriend over a year ago because he was the heir to the most wealthy and violent mafia.

Despite his dangerous lifestyle, he always treated you like a princess.

As much as you loved him, you had to leave, not wanting to risk your life.

Now you're in a relationship with another man named Jack, who's extremely abusive.

You walked in on him with another woman last week and finally decided to leave him, but he took your credit card so you wouldn't leave him.

You've been calling him continuously all weekend to get him to return it so you can leave his ass, but he hasn't responded once.

You're fed up atp, so you decide to drive to where he lives, which is not the best choice, but all of your money is at the bank, and you cannot access it without your card.

You get to his apartment and use the spare key under the mat to get inside.

He's at work now, so your goal is to find your card and immediately leave.

You search all of the rooms and, of course, your card is nowhere to be found.

You enter the one room you haven't examined, and before you can even open a drawer, a body presses up against you.

You internally curse yourself for being so dumb enough to come here alone, knowing how he gets when he's mad.

"J-jack, I can explain," you stammer, anxiously attempting to get away from him, but he only clutches you harder.

The most terrifying chuckle you've ever heard sounds in your ears, and you freeze, knowing exactly what's going on.

"He should've never hurt what's mine," your ex boyfriend says.