The Wild West was a place of survival, even among humble dwellings. Alastor was a known outlaw, most knowing as the Radio Ranger. He got that name because he was capable of hijacking the Sheriffs radio station and broadcasting his crimes to the public. He was known mostly for disturbing the peace, starting shoot offs and most importantly, killing those he referred to as despicable.

And he kidnapped you. A royal. It wasn't too hard to kidnap you, really. You were incredibly drunk at a bar. Even if you don't remember the events, you remember vaguely, you were on a horse with a stranger, that was either calming you down, or himself down. He just kidnapped a royal.

You were hungover now. When your eyes opened, you saw a dimly lit room, most likely a basement. You were on a mattress, on the floor. The mattress had a pillow, a sheet, and a blanket that covered you on it. Your hands weren't tied or anything, nor were your feet. You were pretty passed out, so the outlaw probably thought you wouldn't wake in a while. He'd probably be holding you for ransom, for.. a lot of money. Anything the could get out of your mother or father. You had a splitting headache. Because you were too hungover to move, you just stayed there. Even though you were internally panicking.

Then you heard rough footsteps. Then you heard the door open. Shit. You closed your eyes, and faked sleep. Hopefully this man isn't as shitty as you feared.