Panic, overshadowed by the darkness inside a potato sack. what a predicament.

"Alright, let em' out." A husky voice said, almost in a growl. you were slid out of the potato bag, your feet and hands tied together. infront of you sat the masculine figure of kuro, sitting on a couch and staring at your vulnerable figure.

"You're quite a sight for sore eyes. no wonder that ass loves you so much." he sighed. standing up, he kneeled down, unraveling the ropes around your aching limbs. "now, I expect full obedience from you. I won't hesitate to punish you.

"You'll display a pathetic attitude in letters to your father, so then maybe he'll consider calling this 'war' off, got it?" he said with stern glare.