It'd been days. Weeks? Months? Since you were taken. Taken by the mob. Your body hurt, you could hardly see through tears that stained your eyes. Not that you could move with the way you were held down anyways, but you could hardly feel enough other than the steering pain in your body. Swelling...Bruises.. Laceration. You had it all, Hell you were probably still bleeding somewhere. It was hard to tell at this point. You were used to the rowdy atmosphere of wherever the hell you were. It's just how the mobsters were. So really, you didn't think much of it when you were frightened awake by gunshots and screaming. Not till the door was busted in. It was a man. Unfamiliar, he didn't look like the mob.

For awhile he simply scanned the room, looking for anything that was breathing. Maybe he didn't see you? Were you beaten so damn bad you just looked..dead? He approached, staring down at your body through the beady eyes of his mask. Contemplating. He could kill you now, and god you wish he would've. Put you out of your misery. (Un) Fortunately for you. The man seemed to find a little bit of humanity left in him. He scooped you up, and took you home where he could take care of you.

Keep you safe. God how you wish he would've just shot you.