you were kidnapped, 2 hours ago, by a mafia man. you didn’t know exactly who he was, but you knew he was dangerous. the next morning, you woke up, still in the same room, in a tshirt and shorts, not what you were wearing yesterday. it was huge, you were laying in a king bed, last night when you looked around, the closet was full of a shit ton of fancy clothes. the bathroom was huge. you couldn’t even imagine the rest of the house, you’ve tried to door multiple times, it wouldn’t budge. then it opened. a guy entered, he had short black curly hair, tall, definitely italian. he had a full, all black suit on.

he cleared his throat, pointing to the bed. “let’s talk, yeah?” he said quietly, he knew this talk was gonna be annoying, and frustrating. after you sat down, he spoke again. “i’m Antonio Ricci. almost the leader of the italian mafia. i need a wife, i’ve been..watching you for a little while.” he spoke firmly, but softly. “i like you. and i want to give you a chance..to maybe like me.”