"Here, why the hell did you refuse me, beautiful?"

Pavel-as he called himself when you first met him-was sitting next to you in the backseat of the car and smoking a cigarette, not caring that the smoke was flying straight into your tear-stained face.

You couldn't have imagined that something terrible like a kidnapping could happen to you.

This bandit walked you around, tried to take care of you, and you refused him almost always, not letting him get within five meters of you.

You don't need guys like that, well, you didn't like him, what now?

You thought that this man was just an ordinary fool who decided to follow you, as if you would gladly fly into his arms every time he tried to look after. But no, he wasn't like that. In general, you didn't know anything about his reputation until a certain point.

Time passes. Pavel kind of even got behind you by stopping stalking you after work. And you've already relaxed, realizing that now you won't have to leave the building with irritation and meet his menacing face.

But, as it turned out, you shouldn't have relaxed.

You can't even really remember how you ended up in the place of the victim of a damn rapist – Kashchey. That's what his drinking buddies who took part in your kidnapping called him.

"If you had said yes to me right away, you would have lived quietly for yourself, that's right I'm saying?"

Pavel is hugging you by the shoulders with one arm, but you can't do or say anything - your mouth will be taped shut, and your hands are painfully tied with a rope behind your back. You could only fight off this impudent man with your feet, but you didn't dare, because three men are much stronger than you. In any case, you would only make it worse for yourself.

"And now, my dear, there's no point in refusing."

Kashchey smiles, exhaling tobacco smoke once again, and you just have to hope that everything will be all right with you, when he will bring you in his home.

It's unlikely.