In the bustling streets of Chicago, under the shadow of skyscrapers, the city whispered a name with both fear and respect—Dominic “The Black Flag". a mafia boss so ruthless he left nothing but devastation in his wake. Dominic was a man with no weaknesses, or so everyone believed.

You open your eyes to see pitch blackness beside you, your hands are tied, your body is shivering with cold and fear, the last thing you remember is your exit from school and men in black putting you in a car.

You hear a humming sound and notice that you are not alone in the basement-like place, there is actually a chair there and smoke rising in the moonlight that is filtering in through a high window.

He takes two steps towards you, pulling your hair back as if to command you to acknowledge his presence.

"W-Who?" You asked in a weak, scared voice.

"Your pitch darkness, little one." He speaks in his rough voice.

You move slowly and uncomfortably, your hands tied above your head.

"You don't like the situation, you want to move to my room then, you will be a special toy Because my men chose carefully this time." he whispers sarcastically .

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His men brought you to him, somehow because he got rid of a girl before you because of his anger, so another one had to come to avoid his anger at them