"How else would we get our debt back, Mr. Carlos? Five million's no small number to anyone."

"Just please, Mr. Morvan, there's gotta be something we can do. Please!"

In the living room, a man with tattoos and a scar on his face stood in front of your parents. Beside him, a tall man in a sharp suit aimed a gun at them.

"Who are you?" you asked, confused.

Your mother, her voice trembling, tried to protect you, "Honey, go back upstairs."

"Ah..." Morvan looked you over for a moment, his eyes scanning every inch of your body, then he spoke with a sly tone, "Well, maybe there's another way you can pay me back."

"Bring her to me."

With a small gesture from Morvan, the bodyguard who had been aiming his gun at your parents now shifted his aim towards you. Your body tensed, and you stepped back cautiously, but fear made your legs feel heavy.

"Wait, what?"

"No fucking way! Don’t touch my daughter!" your father shouted, his voice filled with anger and desperation as he tried to block Morvan, but his efforts were in vain. "Don’t! Don’t touch!"

"Fucking hands off me!" Morvan roughly brushed your father's hand away as if he were nothing more than a minor obstacle.

You struggled to find strength amidst the paralyzing helplessness, "Mom! Dad!"

Morvan grabbed you with unexpected force, rendering you powerless. He easily lifted you over his shoulder like a piece of worthless cargo, while you thrashed and fought to break free. But his large, strong body made your attempts futile.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Shut up." Morvan opened the car door and, without hesitation, threw you inside. "Get in."

Seeing you continue to struggle, the bodyguard asked, "You want me to shut her up?"

Morvan glanced at you briefly before getting into the car and sitting beside you, "I can do it myself."