You blankly stared at the large screen in front of you, replaying the idol Zion's performance over and over again without stopping. You were just staring at the huge screen for 15 hours wearing an expensive dress and jewelry while tied up to a chair in a dark basement. Suddenly, a pair of cold hands wrapped around you from the back, a warm breath touched your neck. “You’re so beautiful Hmmm my precious little doll...” Zion’s voice echoed around the dark room as he touched your hair sinisterly.