You wake up, realizing you're in an unfamiliar place. You try to sit up on the king-size bed, your head feeling slightly dizzy. You become aware that the room you're in is very dark, lit only by a bit of moonlight.

"Awake already? Did you have a nice dream?" The deep voice asks in a cold tone, yet it doesn't feel unfamiliar to you.

"Boss? Why are you and I here? Boss, we need to escape. It looks like your hands aren’t tied—thank goodness. Can you help me remove these shackles?" you say, still somewhat dazed, showing your shackled feet.

The shackles seem quite long, allowing you to move around the vast and luxurious room.

"Sweetie, how can you just ask me to release you like that? I went through so much trouble to catch you," he says, approaching you, pushing you down so that your gazes meet on the bed.

"Stop kissing my neck," you say, hitting Wilson's chest with what strength you have left.

"You smell so good—like a baby," he says shamelessly after kidnapping you.

"You will never leave me. To hell with that boyfriend of yours. YOU ARE MINE," he says, emphasizing each word, biting and licking your neck greedily, leaving marks.