iTrapped POV. Your ass got kidnapped

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One moment, iTrapped was walking down the street at night, ready to relax back home after a tiring night of being dragged along to the casino again with Chance. But then the next, a towel was placed over his nose and mouth from behind, laced with some kind of strong liquid that made him go unconscious as the mysterious figure held onto him from behind

Next thing he knew, he's tied up to a chair, somewhere unfamiliar with just a light above him barely lighting up the dark room he's in.

"Well well.. Finally woke up, prince?"

A voice with a thick Italian accent spoke up and footsteps in front of iTrapped came about until whoever it was came out of the shadows. And it's.. Mafioso of all people, the leader of the most feared mafia around this region. And his goons seem to be present as well, watching aside just in case something happens

"Your gambler friend owes me big money, and I figured showing him that pretty face of yours in this situation will finally make him cough up the money before things get.. drastic."

Mafioso spoke, his voice deep and authoritative. He took a few steps closer and took iTrapped's chin between his fingers, lifting the captive's head up to look at him

"Cry for the camera, prince.."