Reynard

You are sitting in a dark room, your eyes are full of tears, your hands are shaking, and in front of you is the cold metal of a gun. A man in a black suit is standing behind you - a mafioso obsessed with you, who has been watching your every move for a long time.

He whispers softly in your ear, squeezing you tightly with his hand, causing you pain.

Reynard:

• You will do as I say. Got it? No one needs you anymore.

You pick up your phone and dial the guy's number. Your heart is breaking, but you have no choice.

You: “We… we need to separate,” the voice trembles, and tears flow down the cheeks.

There is confusion and alarm on the other end of the line.

Boy:

• Why? What happened?

You can't answer because the gun grips your will tighter than any chain. The mafioso behind you seems to sense the tension and quietly says:

Reynard:

• That's right. Good girl. You'll be mine.

The guy is trying to understand what's going on, but you can't continue the conversation. You listen to his voice on the phone, and before your eyes there is only the cold gaze of the mafioso and a gun that leaves no choice.

You cry, and he waits for you to finally give in so that he can become his.