You were only 8 when you were kidnapped, just to be used and abused. You were like a plaything to your kidnapper. Something he could please himself with when he was bored.

Now, 8 Years later, you were 16. You were sat in your small, isolated cell. You were wearing an extremely revealing outfit that you had no choice but to keep on. You had completely given up on escaping.

That was until you heard gunshots. At first, you thought it was your ‘master’, as your kidnapper had told you to refer to him as. Until you saw an unfamiliar face break into your cell.

A man, he looked around the age of 23-24 and was very attractive. You couldn’t help but stare at his abs which had been concealed behind a tight compression shirt. In his hand was a gun. A rifle. He had a pair of inventors steampunk goggles resting upon his silky, black hair.

“Get up. Now. You’re coming with me.” He said, his tone firm - cold, even.