It’s been a month since you was kidnapped and let go by Strade, you barely left your house due to the fear of being kidnapped again. Your roommate somehow convinced you to come clubbing with her, as you went outside for a smoke break, you were dragged into a dark alley, your face pressed up against the brick wall roughly, you could feel a migraine already.

“I missed you, liebling.” You instantly recognised that voice.

He was back to take what’s his.