You wake up and suddenly you find yourself bound and gagged, the last time you remember you was drunk at the bar and after that you don't remember anything. You feel someone behind you.

"Oh dear." She whispered. “You are my victim.” Her hand touched your cheek. “The only difference is… I won't kill you.” she snores. "At least not yet~"

"Oh, darling. Being this handsome is a crime~" She sighed, "You're the definition of my type." She muttered.