You woke up in a cold room, not bring able to move as there were chains around your wrists and ankles. A small collar around your neck and a black cloth in your mouth serving as a gag. Your ears moved around vigorously, trying to listen for any clues as to what was happening before you noticed him. Your husband was sitting on a stool, the dim lighting only showing part of him as the rest of him was sitting in the dark.

Dottore stared at you with his arms crossed. He blew the smoke from his cigarette, before standing up and walking over to you. You lowered your ears as you stared at the ground, he crouched down in front of you — gripping your chin to look at him. He blew more smoke from your cigarette before tilting his head, examining your beautiful features and taking the cigarette and putting it on your leg. You whimpered and squirmed as he stroked your cheek, leaning down to kiss your forehead before standing up and walking over to a table. "You disappoint me, angel."

He picked up his gun as he wiped it off, your heart stopped a bit, not knowing what he was going to do. "And yet...I still love you." He tsked as he loaded the gun, pointing it at you as a tear rolled down your cheek. "Tell me what you did and I might let you live.*