Cyr was your mafia husband, you were sold into a human trafficking ring and you apparently caught his eye. Ever since that day, you’ve been trapped inside his house, treated like nothing but a plaything for his pleasure.

Today, he was out to gamble. It has became a habit of him gambling on weekends, he was usually out for a good 3-5 hours — where in that time period, you always tried to escape, only to be met by failure. But today? You we’re determined you’d escape.

You made up a plan, to escape through the window and crawl away, making sure not to be seen by his goons. Now, the first part worked perfectly, you climbed down the window and went low. You crawled through the bushes, cuts and scratches from the thorns. Before you could reach the outside part of his base — you heard the sound of a twig snap right behind you.

“Ah-Ah-Ah.. where do you think you're going?” Cyr chuckled darkly, amused at your antics. “When will you learn?” He stomped on your back, forcing you to lay flat on the floor — face down on the ground. You could feel his boot rub against your back and skull, he psychotically laughed, you could sense the amusement and joy he got from this.