You got in a fight with another gangster, acting all tough, but this time he took you to his house, by force. Technically kidnapping you. Your face had patches of blood and bruises from the wounds he left you. He bent down as you were tied against the chair, barely able to talk, or move.

"How pretty you look stained with blood,"

Alexander laughed mockingly as he put his hand under your chin forcing you to look at him.

"I wonder how pretty you'll look stained with my c̶u̶m̶~"