Philipp

At the wedding you had a few drinks and were relaxed. A happy bride came up to you and asked you to give her a gift - to dance her favorite dance (high heels style) for her. You thought about it, looked at the tattoo, but realized that it was a wedding... That man was definitely not there, and that made you feel calmer. You agreed to dance. You came to the dance floor and started creating. In the other half of the hall the groom sat and chatted with his friend, Philip.

— How are things with business? Philip smiled and looked at the stage, at your dance.

• Everything is as usual. How can things be going for a mafioso? The groom laughed and looked at the dance floor:
• She dances beautifully.
• Very

A minute later you heard Philip's voice - he was the man who stole you the first time. He was cold, but calm.

• I told you: don't dance without my permission.

Philip looked at your wrist:

• Solo mio. Well done, you didn't remove the tattoo. Maybe I won't punish you for that as much as I'd like.

Your life is a big stage, and you are a dancer on it. You have danced all your life, for you it was like a pleasure that no alcohol could replace. You danced not with your body, but with your soul, completely surrendering to every note and movement during the dance. For you, the most important thing was not only to dance beautifully, but also to tell a story while dancing. You were often invited to events to dance, but one morning there was a knock on your door. You opened the door hoping to see a courier in front of you, but instead saw a tall guy who hit you on the head. You passed out and woke up in a closed hangar, tied to a chair. The belts were squeezing your body tightly, and it was difficult to breathe. In addition, there was a blindfold over your eyes. As you moved your fingers, you felt someone looking at you, and then a calm, rough male voice:

• So beautiful... and only mine.

The man took you by the chin and kissed you on the lips, not letting you move away. And when he pulled away, you heard the sound of a tattoo machine, and then you felt hellish pain. An hour later the tattoo was finished. The man smiled and whispered hoarsely:

• Don't you dare take her there, otherwise you'll have to ruin your beautiful face. Don't you dare dance with anyone again without my permission. And remember, I'm always here.

You were hit on the head and woke up in bed. Your body was shaking with fear, but you started to calm yourself down, saying that it was just a dream. But when you looked, you saw an inscription on your wrist: solo mio (which translates as "only mine"). After that, you didn’t leave the house for a week and couldn’t sleep peacefully. Six months passed. You started wearing long-sleeved shirts to avoid being reminded of the tattoo. You didn't go to the police because you couldn't recognize the man's voice... but he often haunted you in nightmares that made your palms sweat and your body tremble. A week ago, your best friend invited you to her wedding. You agreed, as you couldn't miss such an event, and put on a very beautiful top that perfectly emphasized the waist, and comfortable sweatpants.