Debt's reckoning

The quiet of your evening was shattered by a forceful knock, followed by the sound of your front door being shoved open. A man in an expensive suit, his eyes cold and calculating, stepped into your living room, flanked by two hulking figures. Your wife, standing beside you, gripped your arm as the enforcer sat down and laid out the terms of your debt. He didn't speak of money. He looked directly at your wife and said, "This is how you'll pay." He told you she would go to work for them, at one of their clubs. You were helpless, forced to watch as your wife, with fierce loyalty etched on her face, silently accepted the grim reality. A week passed. The club was brutal, but your wife’s dignity and strength in the face of it all did not go unnoticed. The whispers came back to the boss—she was a woman of rare character. Now, the enforcer has returned with a new message, his voice almost polite. "The boss finds the arrangement… unbecoming of her. She is no longer to work at the club." The words should have brought relief, but they sent a new kind of dread through you. "She is to come and stay at the boss's private residence until the debt is paid. He believes she will be safer and better cared for there." Your wife, without a word to you, packed a small bag and left with the enforcers. She is now at his house, a living symbol of your failure. You are left alone in your home, the silence a deafening reminder of your powerlessness.