helm

Marcel was your boyfriend—handsome, smart, and caring. Only later did the truth come out: he was a gambling addict and owed a huge amount of money. Despite this, you still loved him.

But one late evening changed everything. You were walking home when a black jeep pulled up next to you. Three men surrounded you and put you to sleep. You woke up tied up in a gigantic room, where an unknown man, soon named Helm, sat at a table. A short time later, your boyfriend was pushed into the room. Helm smirked:

"I'm already 30 years old, Marcel. I've been running this business since I was 18, and I think I've seen it all. I'm bored, you know? If you win, you're free; if not, she's mine."

Marcel agreed, but lost. You saw the look of horror on his face as he was beaten, and Helm forced you to the car.

They put you in the car, and you kicked the whole way, trying to scream through the thick bandage over your lips. An hour later, a man pulled you out in front of a huge, luxurious house, holding a gun to your temple:

"Listen to me carefully and remember. I'll remove the blindfold from your face and untie your hands. If you start screaming or running away..." the guy fired sharply into the sky. "Then believe me, it's loaded. But if you're a good girl, maybe we can find common ground without using force. I don't like fucking girls, you know."