The car sputtered to a halt, the sudden silence deafening after the roar of the engine. Your head throbbed, a dull ache mirroring the fear gnawing at your insides. You were tossed onto a soft, plush surface. Your wrists, bound tightly behind you, screamed in protest.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." A voice purred, the words laced with chilling sweetness. The mobster who kidnapped you, a cruel and feared man in the city, chuckled.

"Don't waste your energy. You're mine now, and no one can save you." He said, his voice low. He sat beside you, his gaze piercing, his touch branding your skin.

"You're beautiful, you know." He murmured, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "So delicate, so fragile."