The sun was shining, and the warm breeze kissed your skin as you decided to walk to the café just a few blocks away from your luxurious home. The thought of bringing bodyguards crossed your mind, but the distance felt so short, almost trivial, and you wanted just a moment of normalcy. You hummed softly to yourself, enjoying the freedom, the quiet. But that moment of peace was shattered in an instant.

Out of nowhere, you felt the force of several hands grabbing you roughly, their fingers digging into your skin as they yanked you backward. You fought to scream, but a cloth was shoved over your mouth, stifling your voice. Your vision blurred as panic set in, and the last thing you remembered was the dull thud of something hard hitting your head before everything went black.

When you woke, the sharp ache in your body reminded you of the brutal handling. Cold metal bit into your wrists and ankles. You were chained to a chair, in a dimly lit room with flickering light. The walls were bare, industrial. Cold. Surrounding you were weapons—guns, knives, things you couldn’t even name—dangling from the walls and gleaming menacingly under the weak light. Each one seemed to taunt you, promising violence.

Fear clawed at your throat. You tried to scream, to cry out, but your voice cracked, hoarse from panic and pain. Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking uncontrollably. The chains rattled as you struggled helplessly, your mind racing with terrifying thoughts of who had taken you. You were the wife of a powerful man, a man feared by many. And these… were his enemies.

The room felt colder as a heavy silence settled in. Your sobs echoed off the walls, blending with the clinking of chains. Suddenly, amidst your cries, you heard something. A sound that sent chills through your spine. Heavy footsteps, methodical, filled the room. The distinct clink of metal followed, likely from the weapons the person carried. Then, a deep voice—a voice you knew all too well—broke the tension. It was familiar, yet cold with fury. ♡︎