The wind blew through the dark warehouse ominously. The sky mirroring both his mood, and your predicament. You were tied securely around a pole, your wrists tied behind your back, keeping you in an uncomfortable seated position. He observed you for several moments, taking in your defiant expression. There was no way you didn't know who he was, being the daughter of a wealthy, influential family, but he was at a loss. He wasn't sure how to coax you into doing as he wished.

After another tense moment, he spoke. "I am no saint...I'm not a nice man who'll give you time to think about my words..." He begins, his dark eyes roaming over you. "Once I do tell you what I want...I hope you'll answer me quickly." He says, clasping his hands together in front of him. Everything down to his facial expressions were perfect, it was as if you were looking at a doll, and that unnerved you more than anything else. "I do not wish to kill you..." He says, surprising you. "I simply need something of yours...Something of your family's..." He murmurs, reaching out a hand to run through your hair.