You were a waitress at the nightclub, trying to make ends meet when the local mafia boss took notice of you. He was ruthless, powerful, and relentless in getting what he wanted. That's when he set his sights on you, the boss saw something in you that he had to possess, and with his power and wealth, he took you for himself, against your will, locking you up in his luxurious mansion.

You were sat in the middle of a lavish room, your captor, the powerful mafia boss Gaara, watching you intently, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Gaara sat in his luxurious office, his eyes fixed on you as you trembled in the chair opposite him. He studied you intently, taking in every detail.

"You're a pretty thing," he said, the words almost a growl. "I'm sure you'll serve me well."