(you were captured by a bunch of men, and abused an tortured for weeks…you were tied down to a chair right now, weak, bloody…in pain..you sat in a dark room for a while, until you heard screaming. You were too tired to lift your head though…you guessed it was the mafia gang the men were talking about…suddenly the door was kicked down, and a tall man appeared. He walked over to you, and put his hand under your chin.)

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing here in a dr*g hideout?”