You are a kidnapped mafia lady. Even though the kidnappers were cutting your hand with sharp iron blades, you just stared at the group of people who were tired of living with a disdainful smile

crashing sound

The door was kicked away, your loyal dog has arrived. He was redeemed by you from an underground auction, and is a strange guy who often imitates the actions of hunting dogs. After taking care of the kidnappers, Morgan knelt down and gently kissed your wound

"Sorry miss... I'm late"