Renmen's POV~

Suddenly I open my eyes, and they were faced with complete darkness. The only light appeared to be in thin streams, released from the cracks of the small tightly shut window. A slight headache lingered and the quick erratic thumping of my heart proved that I was beyond afraid of my predicament.

I was astonished at how I felt so weak. Unforgettable and terrifying memories started to flood my mind. Reminding me how stupid and naïve I was. I can't believe I was fooled, this whole time. I didn't suspect Samson would do such thing, why would he want to do this to me in the first place. I couldn't possibly do any wrong towards him.

Speak of the devil and he will appear, in coming Samson. He's holding a lamp in one hand, and in the other, two bags. I used the little energy contained in me to push myself up and to face him. While that occurred, Samson was already standing dangerously close to me. He places the lamp on the ground.

I wanted to scream at him with all my might. I wanted to ridicule him for his psychotic actions. I just didn't have the energy to do so. I could barely open my mouth. My heart jumped painfully in my chest, when he kneels down at the edge of the disgusting bed I was currently laying on. It was as disgusting, as Samson's personality. The lamp lit strongly allowing me to see little details of the dusty room.

I turned my head to look at Sam. Our eyes were locked in a stare together, I am specifically trying to read him. I look away when he grins at me. I couldn't handle his eyes, hollow, empty, and dark. He suddenly speaks, not even looking at me, but digging in the two bags.

"Renmen I'm sorry about this whole situation. You were just very unlucky. You must be thinking, in that frightened mind of yours, why I would do this to you. What would I accomplish?"

I don't say anything, mainly focused on what he has in the bags. He notices that I'm not at all paying attention at me. I really don't care with what he has to say anymore, all I know is that Samson is definitely vicious and foul. Samson is fake, a disappointment. I see him in a whole new light now. I finally see that one of the bags, is filled with snacks.

He talks once again, calm and composed, as if he didn't just kidnap me. "I bet you are hungry. I don't think you will be receiving real food in a while, just snacks and junk food. At least I packed some snacks right?"

I glare at him in complete disgust. He was amused at my expression, I can tell by the wicked laughter that exploded from his revolting mouth. I really wanted to grab the lamp close to me and smash it on his head. What's so funny, how could he laugh at my pain. How could he be so amused when I'm suffering? I hear his raspy voice once again, probably going to say something irrational.

"Renmen, don't be angry or mad at me, ok. This isn't my fault. Blame everything on that evil and cruel man you are engaged to. He brought this on himself, he messed with the wrong guy. I mean the fucking bastard ruined my life. Took everything away from me, and he doesn't even remember me or what he has done to me. Oh, he's going to pay and I do sincerely apologize for you being in the middle of this. He's obviously precious to you, I'm jealous that he has someone like you. Just know that he deserves everything that is going to be handed to him."

When he was finally done with his little idiotic speech, I had to admit I was a little intrigued with what he just said. What had Nicolas possibly done, that would make Samson act this way. I was quite interested now, wondering if Nicolas honestly ruined Samson's life. So I mustered up some energy and courage to ask him a simple question.

"W-What did Nicolas do to you? To make you like this." I patiently waited for his answer. Knowing it would probably be a long one. I was tired of being clueless, I actually want to know everything. What drastic thing could Nicolas do, to change a man's life like this?

I mean, I know Nicolas is a cruel and merciless man, but witnessing and experiencing this really makes me wonder how ruthless Nicolas is actually. Samson looks at me, then smiles. He pushes the bag of snacks in my direction. I really don't have an appetite for eating.

"I'm glad you asked. It's going to be a little hard for me to tell everything, but I believe you deserve to know." He says in a serious tone. He doesn't look at me anymore, but looks elsewhere. I observe him, I can tell little flashbacks are running across his mind, his pained expression tells me he's been through a lot.

"I bet you don't know what kind of business your husband runs. He is probably hiding everything from you, you're probably clueless about everything." He pauses at glances at looking at my response, which was a nod. He states the truth, Nicolas is sometimes a complete mystery to me. He continues speaking.

"Well, he owns the numerous underground business, like he owns a lot black-market businesses. Plus, he has his own tech company, of course, as a cover to sell dangerous goods online." I shouldn't be surprised at what Samson tells me, I knew Nicolas was pretty shady from the start.

"Well, my father worked for him, for I don't know how long. You see Nicolas has sections that make up his company. For example a drug trading section, that he has a particular group of men to handle that part of his business. Or a gun trading section, which my father was the head of. He was pretty good at what he did, I believe he made Nicolas a lot of money. Eventually my father made a stupid mistake, stealing from Nicolas." He pauses and I'm guessing this was the climax of the story. Eventually he continues.

"Instantly Nicolas knew his money was being taken. I don't understand why father stole from him in the first place, he was already making plenty of money. I guess the greed got to him, now he is dead in his grave. Of course your husband confronted him about it. I remember me being there in his office sitting next to my father. Your husband looked calm and composed, as if he gets his money stolen from him on a daily basis." He laughs, this laugh was a sad one, and I felt a little sympathy for him.

"Nicolas eyes told a different story, I could see in his eyes a fiery rage. I was of course nervous, scared out my wits. I wasn't too worried at that moment, me being naïve and not understanding what that bastard was capable of. My expectations for him was completely out of order. I remember your husband asking for his money back, somehow. But there was no way my father could pay back 6 million dollars. When my father admitted this to Nicolas, he snapped and just laughed hysterically. Like the whole situation was some kind of joke to him." Samson was getting angry, by the minute, he glanced at me and noticed my terrified eyes, his rage could easily kill. He calmed down and continued.

"The last thing I heard from that fucker, was when I walked out the door with my father. Yes, I still remember him saying these exact words, "Alright, I understand." I looked back at him and he had this sickening smile on his face. I knew we were in major trouble. I mean my father was all I had. My mother died from cancer, bless her soul. I didn't approve from the start, of what kind of job my father did, but I didn't mind too much of it. I mean it paid the bills and provided me with all the luxury I wanted." He licks his dry lips, runs his fingers through his short blonde locks. He grabs a water bottle and empties it out in seconds.

"I came back home one day, father wasn't home, like the usual time he is at home. I was so scared, thinking that they probably got him, Nicolas' men. I waited for hours, so long in fact. I kept checking the front windows seeing he would somehow appear in front of the door. Eventually he did arrive. In coming a black BMW in front of my house, I didn't see much, but it was dark. I just saw my father getting thrown out the car. Almost beaten to death, when I ran to get him, he kept saying and shouting about how Nicolas men are going to kill him. And what they already did was just a warning."

"I was in high school at that time, I came back from school....." He shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. What he was going to say next was probably a lot for him.

"I still remember walking into the entrance of my house, it was so quiet. Too quiet, I knew something was wrong. So I ran to my father's office and I saw his body hanging limply from a rope. He committed suicide because he couldn't handle it anymore, I mean I can't blame him. He couldn't run away and there was no way he could get 6 million dollars back in two months. Ever since then, I have held a deep grudge for your husband. He's going to pay. He deserves the pain that would be inflicted on him." He finishes and then sits on the edge of the mattress. I was speechless, I felt like apologizing for Nicolas' actions, but I just stayed silent. He was so close to me, I was scared out my mind. He grabbed the bag of snacks and took out some chips, opened it and offered me them. I slapped away the chips and cursed at him.

"Well, it looks like your energy is coming back. Now we can't let that be. I don't want any trouble coming from you." I have no clue what he was going to do next. I cock my head to the side in confusion. My nerves started rising when he took out a needle from one of the bags. I shook my head furiously.

"W-What are you going to do with that?" I ask a frightened whimper escapes my dry mouth. He smiles at me and says with no remorse.

"Of course I'm going to drug you silly. I need this so you won't try anything stupid. I can't trust you to not run away. So I have to make you as weak as possible." He finishes with a toothy grin. It makes sense, I wasn't tied up or had chains. He was just pumping drugs to keep me almost paralyzed.

"No, you don't have to do this Samson please. Please be a better man. I'm begging you, don't hurt me. Just let me go, and I will make sure Nicolas doesn't do anything to you." My voice cracks and strains. He just deeply chuckles in return, amused by my begging. He grabs me as I struggle slightly, my full energy has regained yet. I continue to struggle and try to avoid the needle.

"Now Renmen stay still. I don't want to choose drastic measures. Just cooperate and this would be easier for the both of us. Come on, don't make me frustrated." He tries to reason with me, I just don't care I'm so mad and angry. I really want Samson to let me go, to let me be. Why do I have to be involved in this? Why couldn't I just have a normal and simple life? I was hyperventilating from this situation and I couldn't calm down.

"Ok, calm down Renmen. Just relax." He says smoothly. He started to rub his filthy hand on my inner thigh, for some reason he did it to calm me. But it felt so gross and I didn't like it at all. It was worse when I saw a hint of lust in his expression. Come on, can he get any more repulsive. I did something, that I was surprised I was capable of doing. I spit on Samson's face and laughed hysterically. Well, at least I wasn't hyperventilating any more. He wiped off the spit on his face, and suddenly he slaps me so hard, I felt like my face was on fire.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again! I've been so patient with you. So I guess that won't lead me anywhere. I can't believe you just did that, do you not understand what kind of situation you are in right now. I don't expect you to behave so stupidly." He sighs after he angrily rants because of my actions. I just don't care anymore, I just roll my eyes at his statement.

"So, what are you going to do with me anyways?" I ask afraid of the answer, but curiosity got the best of me. I know I was going to regret my question when he smiles mischievously at me, and says nonchalantly.

"Oh, I'm just going to get a huge sum of money from your husband, then I'm going to kill you in front of him. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"

Shock took over my body. He took that opportunity to grab me and let the needle penetrate my skin. When the drug is quickly released from the needle in a few minutes the drug took control. A blurry vision appeared, but in came darkness.

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