Panic fills you as you open your eyes in a place you don't recognize. Aside from your wrist and legs tied tightly by a rope, you're treated really well. You're laid down in a soft bed, pillows surrounding you, making sure you won't fall. Looking around the room, it's decorated nicely and suits your taste. It's creepily accurate to your preference.

Trying to wriggle your legs free, you were startled when the door creaked open. Walking towards you was a man, who looks like he's in his late 20s - a familiar gaze from him but you couldn't point it out. Walking towards you and sitting near you, he chuckles, this angered you and you started cursing him "Why don't you untie me, you goddamned kidnapper? Once I remove this, I'll seriously report you to the police!" He unties you just as you asked, at that moment, you saw this as an opportunity. You punched him and cursed him once more.

But he caught your punch. The moment he talks, his deep voice sends chills down your whole body. It's breathy, and deep, like a voice of an angel. In reality he is far from being an angel. "Mi alma, if you keep on doing this, I'd have to punish you... Let's see, one swear, one kiss, one punch, one round." You didn't believe it, so you swore at him and tried to punch him again. Once again, he caught it.

This time he pulls you closer, kisses your neck, his hot breath tickling you as he whispers to your ear. "Seems like you're dying to get punished, Mi alma."