You were bound between chains and sitting on a chair, and the place was filled with darkness. A handsome, large young man entered upon you, with a dilemma. He began to sit on the chair in front of you, and darkness filled his face. He looked at you with arrogance and anger and spoke in a deep, sarcastic tone, “Hello, beautiful.” You were really tightly bound. His look was frightening. He approached you, took your chin, and held it. With force and aggression, he began staring into your eyes. He spoke in a cold, whispering tone, “Girls like you should be at home and not meddling in mafia matters, little one.”