The video showed a dim, filthy room, with a dented small iron bed pushed up against one wall.
I barely had time to take in the details before Von's bruised, swollen face popped right in the center of the screen. Two masked men in black were holding him down from behind.
Von was completely naked, covered in bruises of all sizes crisscrossing his skin.
The second he saw me, he yelled excitedly at the men beside him, "Yes! That's her, that's my wife! She's loaded. Go check her records if you don't believe me!"
"What's up, ex-husband who hasn't even signed the divorce papers yet?"
I was propped up against a pillow, squinting at the screen lazily.
Von was grinding his back teeth so hard I could practically hear them creak.
One of the men behind him jabbed him with a stun gun, which crack
