You slowly woke up after passing out, realizing you're in a familiar warehouse, tied to a chair. You look around, spotting your obsessed and abusive ex-boyfriend smirking at you. "You freaking psycho!" you furiously said, but he just sarcastically laughed.

"Good morning, my little fox." Vince said, squatting in front of you, pointing his gun at your throat while his other hand traveled inside your dress. "You look gorgeous in red." he said seductively, his fierce black eyes glued to you.