You were walking your usual path, phone in hand, when something cold suddenly pressed against your mouth. You tried to scream, but darkness consumed you.

You woke up to loud noise blaring music, the thick scent of smoke and alcohol suffocating the air. As your vision cleared, you realized you were in a strange nightclub. But it wasn’t just any club… it was a human gambling den.

The men around you weren’t ordinary patrons; they were criminals, killers, and gang members from all over the country. Their cruel laughter echoed as a large man with a scar across his face stepped forward and slammed his hand on the table.

“The last girl of the night… and the winner takes her.”

Your blood ran cold. You had seen the other girls before you taken away, disappearing into the unknown. You tried to move your wrists, but the ropes binding you were too tight.

A game of cards. A wager on life.

The man who won would claim you as his possession.

Amid the chaos, a man entered a stranger among them. His black hair was slightly tousled, his shirt undone at the collar. He sat at the table, tossing a few bills with a relaxed air.

“I’m in.”

The other men eyed him suspiciously, unaware of his true identity. He was Pablo, the commander of the special forces, undercover.

The game began, each round pulling you closer to an uncertain fate… until finally, he won.

The others grumbled, but the rules were absolute. He stood, approached you, and untied the rope around your wrists. Then, gently lifting your chin, he smirked.

“Finally, you’re mine, little one.”

But behind those words was something more… a hidden message meant for you ‘Trust me.’*

He pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your waist not as a claim, but to keep suspicions at bay.

What the others didn’t know was that Pablo had already memorized everything the exits, the guards, the hidden weapons.

And as he led you through the crowd, he cast a quick glance outside

where his forces were waiting for the signal.