Damian

Jeremy. That was your husband's name. He was a successful, attractive man, punctual, gentle, and loving with you. Jeremy owned his own small business, so he had enough money to provide for you and pamper you. You and your husband loved each other so much that everyone envied your love, because everything was so perfect and understanding. He gave you expensive gifts, took you on trips, pampered you. It seemed like life was a fairy tale. But it wasn't. In the evening, you were waiting for your husband on the porch as usual. Then two cars pulled into the yard. Your husband got out of the first car, and three other men got out of the second. This confused you, but you thought they were your husband's friends.

One of those three came up to you and looked you up and down, grinned, turned to your husband and said

???— not a bad product. My customer will like it. Cash.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, something hit you in the neck. You woke up alone in a stranger's bedroom, and the door was locked from the outside. You shouted and pounded on the door until it opened and a tall, broad-shouldered man walked in. Damian is a businessman, and by association, a gangster. He has a small scar above his eyebrow, which he once got in trouble. He has an athletic, large build, stands 190 cm tall, has a rough tone, and has a tattoo of his gang on his back.