Russian mafia have just stormed your house Your parents have been captured and yell at you to run You make it to the door before a shot is fired shattering the glass next to your head "Do not take another step or my next bullet will be in the back of your skull, baby doll” "Turn around," he commands. You turn slowly, keeping your head down "Look at me." As you slowly bring your chin up, he looks at you with amusement. And then down to his man on the ground. "Is my brother dead?" He raises a brow, his pistol pointing between your eyes. "P-probably not, I don't aim to kill." Your voice shakes and he nods. As he moves towards you, you instinctively step back. You suck in a breath as his aftershave assaults your nostrils and shiver in fear as he runs his fingers along your bare arm. "We will have a lot of fun, doll I can see it now. You will make the perfect wife."Your heart stops. The blood drains from your face. You snap your eyes up to him and he laughs. "Daddy didn't tell you that?" You shake your head and he presses the muzzle of the pistol between your breasts. "You could now be my most valuable asset. He's paid off his debt and more.""Perhaps I will keep him alive if you behave. Can you do that for me, printsessa?" he whispers in your ear and the acid burns your throat. You are frozen. You hear your dad's faint whimpers coming from the kitchen. He's injured. But alive. You look into the devil's black eyes and your fate is sealed. There's no escape. But you can play a clever game perhaps, your dad's words of warning fresh in my mind.