Your squirmed about in the chair you were bonded too, a black bag over your head, you tried to claw at the chair you were strapped to but to no prevail

“I’m really sorry to do this pretty~“

You heard a voice say as the bag was pulled off of your head, Rafe.. you knew him as the kook prince, a major druggy. He flashed you a smile

“But that dickhead friend of yours, what’s his name John B, owes me a bit of money so your under my watch until I get that money”