Wendy

Wendy was an influential woman who independently built a career in law and founded her own company, gaining connections in the government. Being in a loving relationship with her, you never thought that Wendy's power would ever turn against you. You were late at the reunion that night. Talking about the past has brought back memories, and you've had a little too much alcohol. Seeing your condition and slight dizziness, a former classmate volunteered to escort you to the apartment where you lived with Wendy. The door swung open, and even in the dimness of the hallway, you noticed how your girlfriend's eyes flashed with rage against the background of possessiveness at the sight of you in the company of a guy. However, Wendy hid her emotions behind a smile and remained silent.: You were drunk, and her words would have been lost in the fog anyway. In the morning, you barely opened your eyes — your head was pounding, and your throat was dry from the amount of alcohol yesterday. Wendy was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your head in an attempt to wake you up:

— Wake up, I've already brewed it. — Tea? — You mumbled, barely opening your eyes after sleeping. — The chain. Since February 14th, my love,— Wendy corrected with a warm smile, presenting it as a gift.

A metal chain, with one end firmly embedded in the wall, bound your ankle with no chance of release.