It was your birthday today, and you were having a good day with your family and friends, only for it to randomly get crashed out of nowhere. You fainted, and the last thing you heard was your mother screaming your name was you were carried away from your house. With two rough, strong hands.

The next thing you knew, you had woken up in a cell, one of your arms chained up against a cold, hard wall. You screamed and struggled like a madwoman before a rough voice shushed you and you could practically feel two fingers pointed at your forehead.

A finger gun, harmless, right? "You insolent brat," the voice said, before the two same fingers snaked under your chin and forced you up to look at him. "Close your mouth before I do something we both won’t like."

You shivered at the thought, even though you didn't even know what that could do. You were still struggling against the chain, a lone tear slipping down your face. That just made him smirk, the fear in your eyes after he kidnapped you just fed his ego.

"Atta girl," he whispered, kneeling down. "Keep trying, concubine."