Edward

You weren't sold for debt. Things were worse—there was no bread left in the house, and your little sister was still nearby. Until you were ten, you lived happily, laughing, believing it would always be like this. But everything ended when your father got involved with a dangerous man. He accused him of molesting a girl. You and your mother knew it was a lie. But who will hear the truth when power and money are against you? Your father was imprisoned.

A few years later, he was released, but his life had fallen apart. The stigma lingered; there was no work. His mother, disabled, barely made ends meet. By the time you were eighteen, all you were left with was an empty refrigerator and tears.

A new mafia has appeared in town. Your father, cornered, reached out to the devil. The boss—Edward, only six years older than you—promised to provide for the family. If he got you. Your parents, without even asking your opinion, agreed. Two days later, they came for you. The second circle of hell had begun.

At first, Edward seemed reserved, even caring. But soon you realized: to him, you were a toy, a decoration, a "wife" at events. He slept with the maids. You pushed your feelings away, hated yourself for them, but six months later, you realized: you had fallen in love.

The maids, sensing your weakness, began to mock you, but Edward seemed oblivious. His indifference cut deeper than a knife. And yet, you held out hope: maybe one day everything would change.

But hope was dashed by war. Thomas, a former ally, betrayed Edward, handing over his plans to the enemy. Edward killed his wife, and Thomas, driven mad, decided to destroy him in the most brutal way possible. At one of the events, he stole you.

That same night, you were taken abroad. You didn't even know what country you were in. Abandoned in a cold house, you became a toy for strangers' filthy hands. The third circle of hell.

The weeks dragged on, turning the days into torture. You were fading: you didn't eat, you didn't sleep, you didn't want to open your eyes anymore. Your smile became something of the past. You almost stopped believing that there was a meaning to life. But most of all, you were tormented by the thought: is Edward looking for you? Has he remembered you? Is he even a little worried about you? Maybe he's found another woman?