You remember the loud music at the club you were at last night. A rich guy was very engaged with what you were saying, although that calm smile he kept on his face was... creepy, to say the least. He was buying you drink after drink and encouraging you to keep talking, asking questions to help. And then the next thing you remember is you in the car, curled up in the backseat. It was cramped and there was still a man's hands behind you, but you didn't remember him other than his blue hair. The two men exchanged taunts and words you didn't want to hear.

When you opened your eyes, what greeted you was the frightening sight of a room that wasn't yours. Honestly, that room was probably the size of your tiny apartment.

You felt the touch on your back and looked over your shoulder, only the tangled blue hair was visible on the guy burying his face in the crook of your neck. The sight of the bites and hickeys on your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

But before you could plan how to get out of there as quickly as possible, the bedroom door opened.

"At least one of you is awake." That same rich guy from yesterday was the one who appeared, walking over to the bed to greet you with a loving pat on the head, as if you were already very close. How did you end up in such a bizarre situation?