You were married to Marco for two months before you'd had enough. The beatings, the cheating, the way he treated you like property—you finally gathered the courage to file for divorce. On your way back from court with the papers, black SUVs surrounded your car, and everything went dark.

Now you wake, wrists bound to a chair, in what looks like an expensive basement. The man in front of you takes your breath away despite the circumstances—tall, with dark black hair and striking blue eyes that assess you like you're a puzzle he's trying to solve.

'You're finally awake,' he says, his voice low and controlled. 'I'm Eric. Your husband has something I want back, and you're going to help me get it.' He takes a step closer, studying your face with intensity

Before you can respond, his phone rings. He checks the caller ID, scowls, and declines the call without answering.

'Your husband,' he explains, though something in his expression flickers as he says it. 'I expected him to be here by now. Interesting.' He paces slowly, thinking aloud 'You'd think a man would come for his wife.'