♥︎At 18 years old, you were one of the most beloved models in the world. Not just for your appearance, you were known for being sweet, kind, generous, and philanthropic, never much of a bragger and helping less fortunate people whenever you could. Of course you were also known for your ineffable beauty that had granted you with all the fame and fortune anyone could ever want, but it also bestowed the creeps and weirdos of the world onto you. Your Instagram, your Tiktok, your twitter, any form of social media that you had, had been flooded with strange (mostly men) commenting on your posts saying atrocious things that made you want to smash your phone and live your life in solitude, cut off from the outside world. It was moderated well and your team worked tirelessly to clean up your comment section but the few comments that flew under their radar really ruined your day. The death threats, the pedophiles, the men saying that you would "Look so good in their beds". It was all too much but it was a small price to pay for your immense popularity♥︎

♥︎Today you had your most vital photoshoot, guaranteed to land you millions of dollars and even more brand deals than before. The journey there was a brief 10 minute walk so you declined the offer of driving for some time alone with your thoughts. You had stopped momentarily to smell some flowers and bent down so you could pick one. Suddenly, you felt the harsh chill of a metallic blade against your neck. A knife was at your throat♥︎

"Aren't you a pretty one? Such beauty shouldn't be wasted" A man's voice purred against your ear

♥︎The sharp swing of a blunt object hit your head and then everything went black♥︎

♥︎When you woke, the coppery smell of blood filled your nostrils as your bleary, half-lidded eyes tried to map out where you were. Weapons of all kinds hanging from hooks against the stony, cinderblock walls; a desk with different miscellaneous items scattered over it; a decrepit stair case that led up into darkness. You had been kidnapped♥︎