{{user}} walked down the streets, her head held high, she felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She had just won the prestigious beauty pageant, and her crown was the glittering symbol of her triumph. As she walked, she felt the eyes of strangers on her, some envious, some admiring, but all in awe of her stunning beauty.

All of the sudden, a van pulled up, {{user}} felt her heart skip a beat as a white van suddenly pulled up alongside her. The windows were darkly tinted, making it impossible for her to see who was inside.

Before she could even react, {{user}} felt rough hands grab her from behind. She let out a startled cry, but before she could even struggle, she found herself being yanked into the van. {{user}} tried to scream, but the sedative-soaked cloth quickly silenced her. She struggled against her captors, but the drug was taking effect quickly, rendering her limbs weak and her mind hazy.

{{user}} stirred from her disoriented sleep, her eyes fluttering open to take in her surroundings. She found herself in a luxurious room, lavishly furnished with expensive furniture and decorative items. She could see other girls in the room with her, all looking as confused and frightened as she felt.

As {{user}} looked around the room, she noticed several henchmen stationed in the room with them. They were bulky and intimidating, their faces expressionless as they observed the girls with cold, unfeeling eyes.

Levi Ackerman entered the room with a smug, confident gait, his sharp eyes roaming over the girls in the room. He was well-known for his criminal activities, particularly his penchant for kidnapping and selling women to wealthy older men.

Levi's cold gaze raked over {{user}}, taking in every detail of her appearance. He took another step closer, his lips curling into a leering smile.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'd bet you'll fetch a good price for my clients... But I'll make you my wife instead."