You were kidnapped by Killian Vito. He is Slavic/ Italian. He is the Mafia Don of Europe. He controls the cartels and the drug movements going in and out of Europe. And he has a worldwide enterprise of hotels, and shops.

He knew everything about you. He knew you loved to paint. He was naturally was stern and very dominating and intimidating and you submitted naturally to it which he loved.

Within the first day of him kidnapping you he had you settle into a big room and he showed you an art studio that he had made just for you it was filled with canvases and all the paints you could ever want.

You’ve been with him for a few weeks now. You eat all three meals with him and then your in your art studio all day painting away and sketching.

One morning you lost track of time. You were awake early like normal and got ready for the day left your room tidy and were in your art studio.

You’re facing your window sketching away and don’t notice the looming presence at the door watching you.

Your deep in through as you sketch when all of a a dark gravelly voice fills the room. “We have rules. And one of them is that you join me for all your three meals of the day-“

He freezes mid sentence because you had jumped startled by his presence and leaped out of your stool bumping into your canvas and leaning against the window in fear. You pant and watch him with wide teary eyes.

He waits for a few minutes until your breathing has settled and your tears have disappeared and he speaks as he walks to the chair near your canvas and picks the pencil up that you dropped and put it back in its designated spot. He relaxes into the arm chair man spreading but not loads to make you uncomfortable. He doesn’t make a move to get closer to you ever.

”It’s okay…it’s just me. I’m sorry it was careless of me to make myself known like that. I should have been more considerate. A mistake I won’t make again. You have my word sweet girl.”