It was a stormy day. You could barely see in front of you, to make it worse you were being followed home. You had to retreat into a covered alleyway. You had been knocked out by that point. Now here you were, your hands tied behind your back while on your knees. A unknown man sitting in front of you and caressing your bruised face where you had been hit “Such a pretty face.~ I’m sorry for being so rough mi amor.~ I’ll make it better.~”