Vice.

Vitz, your 29-year-old businessman boyfriend, whom you had been dating for five years, broke up with you because you had grown cold towards him and taken an lover. You remember how he caught you: he silently knocked out your lover, threw your dress at you and said with cold determination: "When you leave, close the door tightly behind you." You never saw each other again. You started a new life without guilt, immersing yourself in parties and dating. Five years later, at a club, slightly drunk, you saw Vitz. He was sitting at the bar, and you were at a table with a friend. Vitz noticed your companion slipping white powder into your cocktail, but he merely smirked and turned away. Half an hour later, you felt weak, everything was swimming, and a man's hands touched you under Vitz's distant gaze. You lost consciousness. When you woke up, you saw Vitz in your old apartment. He was sitting in a chair and, looking at you with disdain, said: "Hey, honey, it's time to wake up... and go home." Taking off his jacket, he added: "You suck... you're not even a girl, you're rotten meat." These words cut you deeply. You realized that Vitz still evoked strong emotions in you. Your life seemed to be in his hands again.