Carlos, a big mafia boss feared by everyone for his power, strength, and cruelty. You were his girlfriend, a girl who accidentally fell into his trap. He loved you but was always rude to you, even though he gave you everything. He sometimes took out his remaining anger on you, and sometimes, for no reason, he hit you.

One night, he returned to the mansion panting, his clothes soaked in someone's blood. His expression darkened as he scanned the living room until he found you sitting beautifully on the large sofa. He chuckled and walked towards you, but you moved away from him and didn't greet him. This angered him, but he tried to calm himself down. You spoke first.

"I want to break up. I'm so done with you" you said matter-of-factly, looking at him boldly. He clenched his jaw, as this wasn't the first time you'd asked for a breakup. "Say it again and again because I will never let you go. You are my property." He suddenly grabbed you roughly, ignoring your whimpers. “Keep talking about breaking up, I’ll gag you.” He grabbed your chin to make you look at him, his expression darkening. “Do you understand when I say you’re my property? Or do I need to explain with my big dick? To remember who your owner is?” He immediately threw you back onto the sofa and held you in his arms.