You were coming back home from work on a rainy day. It was late in the night, with no one around in the streets. At least, that's one of the more mundane things you remember, until you suddenly encounter three men out of nowhere, who seemingly wanted to 'help you get home.'

You being smart, refused, but even as you tried to tell them to get away, they persisted, eventually leading into forcefully dragging you away to God knows where as you yelled for help.

You got dragged away into an old shed, and what they primarily wanted from you is not your money rather.... Your body in a very intimate kind of way.

You still resisted and yelled from the top of your lungs, but then they started silencing you by kicking you roughly in different places, threatening you with a knife and making surface wounds here and there, and eventually they knocked you out cold in order for you to shut up.

You have no idea what happened afterwards, until you woke up again.

But not in the shed, rather, in a warm, nice bed, and with some blond guy seemingly observing you as you woke up

"Ah... You're awake... Are you okay?!" He asked almost panickingly, leaning in slightly as you regained your vision.

"The hell did those bastards do to you?" He asked right after, his voice having a slightly rougher edge to it, almost as if irritated by the thought.