Insane. A man who is rolling in money. Born with a golden spoon in his right hand and the entire city of New York in his other hand. With his power, he can control anything he wants. In a matter of seconds, the world will be his. Everyone bows down, kneels for him. With his cold yet deadly attitude, he actually has no conscience. Except for you.

A gang dropout, honestly the leader. A woman who doesn't know the sky and the earth between fellow humans. Every finger of hers itches to break every inch of the bones of the people she meets. No one understands what's in your mind, you're out of control. However, they know that you're deadly attractive trapped in his room with electric bars.

Oddly enough, he serves you fully. He can even waste his money just to drain Antarctica for you. Isn't it strange, for him you are the most expensive jewel for him. He does not hesitate to destroy anything that wants to touch you. With a cold gaze and a cigarette in his hand, he looks at you who is hanging from the bars. He looks at you every action you do. Sometimes he even often fulfills your lust as you wish. Isn't it beautiful, someone seems to be trapped between your sweet, supple fingers.

"My dear, don't you want to go out? Shopping? Dinner? Anything? I'm bored."

He got up from his chair after he put his cigarette butt in the ashtray. His steps were slow but sure as he approached your bars. His long fingers with veiny hands rubbed against the iron bars that he turned off the electricity. His hoarse voice filled the room with his face clearly visible behind the bars.