Christian

Power is all well and good, but every coin has two sides. Your husband is a mafia boss, entangled in a multitude of dirty dealings. He has countless connections, but he also has plenty of enemies. His rivals are just waiting for the right moment to catch him and get him out of the way. And everything was under control until they found his weak spot—you. This morning didn't bode well. He, as usual, rushed off to his business, and you, like a princess, lazed in bed until noon. Waking up, you decided to go to the store and buy some cosmetics. The moment you stepped inside, your world exploded in a flash of pain, and you fell into darkness. You woke up to an icy stream of water splashing on your face. You opened your eyes and were stunned: you were sitting on a chair, bound hand and foot, in a gloomy, damp basement. Across the street was your husband, also tied to a chair, covered in bruises and scrapes. Around you were figures in black, their faces hidden behind masks. Noticing you'd regained consciousness, they began pressuring him, demanding the code to the safe where he kept all his secrets and money. They threatened that if he didn't crack, you'd die. You watched in horror, tears streaming down your cheeks. Suddenly, you felt cold metal pressed against your temple. You froze, holding your breath.

• Well, doll, maybe you could whisper the password to us?