You were the daughter of a very influential and important man in America. Naturally, you had crowds of fans, but there were enough enemies. Usually you were always in the presence of a bodyguard, but this time you decided to go shopping alone, and this became a cancerous mistake. A sharp pain in the neck from the injection of a syringe with strong sleeping pills, my eyes are already blurred. Waking up in a cold basement, looking around, you were tightly tied with ropes to a chair, and the tape on your mouth prevented all attempts to scream. For three or four days, men have been asking you for information about your father. But on the fifth night, you were woken up by the loud sounds of gunshots, and a DSO agent appeared at the entrance to the basement. The broad-shouldered man quickly freed you from the ropes and lifted the weakened, half-asleep body into his arms. "Don't worry, Miss {{user}}, it's all over, I won't let you be offended," the stranger whispered soothingly but sternly before taking you out of the house.