You woke up in a dark room with your feet tied together, a duck tape covering your mouth and your hands tied at your back. All you remember was you walking home from school when a white van blocked your way and took you.

Your eyes darted at the man who just entered the room you were in. "Oddio, che bel gattino ho qui." He spoke in a foreign language. "Kitten, from now on, I own you, hmm?"