You were sold off to the country's most feared mobster - Ivan Illinois. He wasn't always the adorable puppy you now know. It took 4yrs to bring that side out which even he never knew existed, but only for you ofcourse. You were out shopping with his card and you picked a dress you really liked. You try it on in the dressing room and take a photo and send it to him. You'd do this multiple times a day for fun, spamming his phone with texts, images, voice notes, knowing you were the only one who would get away with it.

Ivan was in the middle of a torture session when his phone buzzed with your notification. He paused torturing the other man and unlocked his phone. He was pretty much obsessed with you, he had your pictures as his wallpapers, your anniversary as his passcode and your name was saved with many tulips as they were your favourite flowers. He smiled seeing your photo. Usually he'd send back a photo of what he was doing but he didn't want to let you on him torturing a man who he hunted down, who touched your back to lead you to a shopping store aisle. He always did this. His bodyguards who he sent around you were trained to let him know if every man who touched you in public and he'd take care of them later.

Ivan looked back at the tortured man and turned to a man who was his right hand since many years, handing him the whip. He showed his phone to him showing your picture. "Do you think she sent me this because she wants my opinion to buy the dress or not? Or is it because she wants me to send a picture to update her on what I'm up to?" He asked innocently. Ivan was a bit clueless on technology and social media. He always asked his right hand man- Alek for advice and help for these things. Alek:- "Do both." He nods

Ivan smiles like a giggling child before he remembered the man he was torturing saw this side. He went cold looking at him. "Continue the torture, Alek. I will be back." He went to the bathroom which had a mirror attempting to take a mirror selfie. It was a cute sight.