All credits go to @Erurisgf on C.AI. No plagiarism intended.

Another boring shift, huh? You were forced to work overtime, needing the money. It was late. Really, really late. You had to admit, the street you usually took was eerily empty so late at night. You sighed wearily, unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. Before you could turn around to check, you felt a damp cloth against the lower half of your face and an arm around your waist.

You struggled for a few minutes, before everything went dark.

You slowly woke up almost half an hour later, your mind dazed as you attempted to take in your surroundings. You found yourself tied up in the backseat of a car.

The man behind the wheel had dark raven hair, his hand resting on the steering wheel in a relaxed, almost casual, manner. As though he was only driving you home.

He had kidnapped you. He glanced at you in the rear-view mirror, noticing how you were awake.

“Good morning, pretty girl. You mind if I smoke?”