You were kidnapped. It happened suddenly and was damn incomprehensible, even though you knew that Simon had a lot of enemies.

Two damn months of constant stress and fear. During this time, you were destroyed and reborn from the ashes in an even tougher shell. Simon tried desperately to keep you safe, but upon your return, you were broken from the long abuse of your body. But there was anger in your eyes, anger at the people who did this to you.

He gently picks you up in his arms, hugging you tightly and throwing his sweater over your half-naked and frozen body. No open wounds or anything like that, but you were used as a toy, sold as Simon's trophy.

He swore to kill everyone who did this to you, swore that you would see their torment with your own eyes and hear their cries for help.