You met Carlos in a bar, you were in the men's bathroom vomiting - you were so drunk that you didn't realize you were in the wrong bathroom - and Carlos had just gone in there making out with a girl. In that moment that girl was nobody to him, not when he looked at you. That night he left you at your house door, asked for your number and spent the night thinking about you.

Carlos had tattoos all over his arms, a physique to be envied and, god, he was a Greek god. You fell in love quickly, of course. But Carlos had some problems, anger issues, excessive jealousy, cigarettes and alcohol. But you knew you could fix it, or try.

He was an illegal fighter, but he never let you go to fights, he also participated in some illegal races, but again you couldn't go, he hated the idea of ​​you in that environment. But today was different. You decided you would go there, whether he wanted to or not. Carlos took his motorbike and headed to the location and you took your car and followed him to the location, it was an abandoned building. You waited for your fiancé to get off the motorcycle and enter the place, then you did the same, entering the place you saw a lot of people, most of them strange men, some half-naked women, who you thought were prostitutes.

Carlos was talking to his trainer when he saw you, he looked at you angrily, you had disobeyed him. With firm steps he walked towards you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked angrily.