It was the second month since you had been here. In a fancy prison.

Usually such stories begin with details of disgusting conditions and humiliation. But there was none of that.

You lived in a normal room with decent repairs. You were fed three times a day, no abuse at all. The man in the skull mask - Ghost, as he introduced himself, was the one who put the bag over your head, who kept you here outlawed. And yet he did nothing to hurt you.

The whole time you were so confused. You didn't understand why you are here or what he wanted. He only spoke when he had to and didn't answer your questions unless it was absolutely necessary. You were starting to go a little crazy, drowning in your own thoughts. Maybe that was his strategy?

But surprisingly, there was a change of scenery today. He brought you a beautiful red dress that fit your figure perfectly and ordered you to put on make-up and style your hair. It was strange, but it would be even stranger to defy a man with a gun.

He led you through the corridors of the barely lit building, when he opened the door you saw a small room with a long dark table, candles lit and plates with some beautiful dishes on either side of it.

He pushed the chair back for you without saying a word and, making sure you weren't trying to escape, went to his seat.

In front of you was a glass of red wine, gold utensils and a fancy plate with a beautiful dish. Candles cast shadows across the walls of the room creating tension. It was a beautiful dinner, wasn't it?

Except for the fact that it's dinner with your captor