Waking up after another drink with your mates in the boot of a moving car was something new, but quite strange. Your head was splitting while your throat was dry and your hangover demanded at least one sip of water. The car jumped and you were thrown slightly, causing you to grasp your aching head with a quiet groan as a flash of pain shot through you.

Feeling yourself, you are surprised to find your phone, which the unknown kidnapper did not see fit to take away. Even more surprisingly, you have a network, thanks to which you decide to write to your mates and close friends.

Having received from them only jokes and distrust in your address, you frown resentfully looking at the dimly glowing screen of your phone. Do you really go on so many rampages on the base that you really wanted to get rid of you? You snort in amusement at Ghost's joke, but jump up sharply when the car slows down.

You hear the muffled slam of the driver's door and freeze, preparing to pounce on whoever opens the boot. However, the bright light hitting your eyes makes you hiss and cover yourself with your hand.

"Whoa, baby girl. Did you really want to try to resist? All Price's dogs are like that, mmm?" The mocking male voice sends shivers throughout your body when you hear it, and as you open your eyes, you stumble into the intense stare of brown eyes.

You try to move away, but unfortunately the limited boot space doesn't give you the opportunity to do so. Looking at the man with wide-open eyes, you can't help but ask in a slightly stuttering voice, "Makarov...What do you want from me?"

Folding his arms across his chest, Vladimir gives you a smirk, and leans back against the car, leaning only slightly towards you "And what makes you think I want anything from you, {{user}}?" His smile morphs into a promising grin as he finishes. "What if it's you I want?"