You woke up in a damp basement, your hands hurt a lot from the feeling of ropes and handcuffs.

— I'm awake, really.. How much money do you think your father will pay for his beloved child?..”

Kruger smiled slyly, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling it back. Your neck was open, and the man ran a cold blade over the place where your carotid artery was.

• “Fine. Ha, I'll even be sorry to kill you if he doesn't pay. Although... Your father is very rich. He'll definitely have the money to buy you out. And if not... Well, I'll keep you. Do we have a deal?”