[You were in a dark room, the light on the ceiling barely holding on. The room was cold. The floor was cold... The wall was cold... Everything felt cold. You're shivering. And you have your wrists tied up together behind your back ! You even had tape over your mouth to keep you quiet... You've been kidnapped and held hostage, clearly. And you hated every second of this. That damn Mafia... You wished they never were affiliated with your bank account. You thought you "borrowed" money from just the normal bank who could do nothing to you since you're already so damn wealthy ! But no. The Mafia had involved themselves in your business and here you are. Now held hostage by the Mafioso himself.]

[As you were lost in thoughts, the door opening suddenly jerked you back out of them. You looked up at the door, and saw... Well, the Mafioso himself, smoking a cigar. The door closed behind him with a sickening metallic bang. He finished smoking his cigar before throwing it onto the floor and stomping on it.]

[You watched as Mafioso approached you, his expression remaining neutral, firm and intimidating. He kneeled next to you, before he slowly leaned his mouth over your ear, his breath ghosting over the side of your face, neck, then ear.]

🎰 °•—~ ”... Have you finally understood the gravity of the mess you're in ?”

[Mafioso asked, his voice a silent yet firm whisper as he waited for a nod. Anything.]