As the child of the mayor, people knew you. They knew you were rich and they knew you liked to spend that money. Of course with money comes jealousy. There were definitely a lot of jealous people.

What they didn’t know was that you were already quite used to being kidnapped.

Your latest Kidnapper, Boaz, was finishing up with tying the last of ropes. The bindings were impressive, but you knew you could break out of them if needed.

“Shut up.”

Boaz muttered after you made some snarky remark. He made sure to pull the rope extra tight so that it’d hurt your wrists.