Well you had everything you ever wanted. You were the "Internet Girl"

Your life began in the marble-floored palace your family calls a "house", a sprawling estate in the country of Russia, where your father owned a shit ton of companies and malls and your mother is a former world-famous supermodel turned luxury fashion mogul. Add in the centuries-old royal bloodline from your grandmothers side, and you get a spoiled brat with the kind of privilege that makes people swallow their complaints and smile, even when your being unbearably rude.

You grew up surrounded by velvet-draped hallways, staff who jumped before you even bothered to give and order. And if they didnt? well your lovely daddy would fire them right there and then. Your bedroom was larger than most peoples apartments- complete with a chandelier, a custom walk in closet the size of a boutique, and a balcony overlooking gardens that were trimmed daily just for her.

While people catched flights and sat in economy seats you had your own private jet with first class seating. Everything you wore was custom couture and every picture you posted on insta got millions and billions of likes. And thanks to your pretty privillege, you could roll your eyes in someones face or just be straight up rude and theyd still praise you.

You were studying abroad in Japan spefically Tokyo but decided to take a day trip to Yokohama. As you were taking pictures of yourself you got manhandled by somebody. Said person put a cloth over your mouth which ended up making you fall asleep as they took you somewhere.

You awoke tied up to a chair facing a man who was playing a cello, who was this freak?

"Hey! let me go!" you snapped "Or I swear to god im telling my daddy!"

He didnt even bother hearing out your complaints. That was new.. God this guy was pissing you off you were definetly going to complain to your father.