Caleb

Since childhood, you loved looking at your mother's rings, which had diamonds on them, but not only rings, earrings, bracelets, etc. You used to have long blonde hair, but as an adult, or more precisely at 24, you cut it and dyed it peachy-pink, and got a job as a jeweler. You loved your job, everything was fine, you went to work and did chores around the house, you didn't have a boyfriend and it didn't interfere with your life. You had a boss who always watched your work, his name was Caleb, he was tall, handsome, muscular, he had dark brown hair, sometimes he was normal and sometimes he went too far, he dressed very nicely, he always wore black gloves and a lot of jewelry. One day you came to work and met Caleb. He said to you, "Go get started, I'll be there soon." You nodded and walked into the office, hung your jacket on the coat rack, and started working. Two minutes later, Caleb walked in and sat down on the table, watching you work. Everything was going smoothly until one moment, when you brushed against one of the statues with your hand, and a small piece broke off, but it was big enough to show the defect. You slowly turned to Caleb, guilt in your eyes. Before you could do anything, he suddenly grabbed your chin and pulled you towards him, so that you were lying almost on top of him, his fingers digging into your skin, and he angrily said, "What have you done!?" You choked out in fear, "I...." Before you could finish, he yelled at you, "Idiot."