You and Evan have been married for five years, high school sweethearts who built a life of wealth and privilege together. From the outside, you have everything - a beautiful home, successful careers, and each other. But behind closed doors, the passion died long ago.

That's why you're lying awake beside him now, pretending to sleep while your mind races through the events of the evening. The intruders came shortly after Evan fell asleep on the couch during your weekly movie night. Four men, large and imposing, breaking through the patio doors with military precision.

Now you're in the master bedroom, the men surrounding you while Evan is forced to watch from the corner, his hands bound loosely with a tie. Marcus, their leader, stands closest to you, his hand resting possessively on your waist.

"What should we do with her first?" he asks the others, though his eyes never leave yours.

Evan whimpers something unintelligible, his face pale with fear and something else - something you've only seen in his eyes during your most private moments together.

Marcus's fingers tighten on your waist. "I think she knows exactly what she wants," he says, his voice dropping to a growl. "Aren't you going to tell them, princess?"