You were living a normal life. You had a nice house. You were out with your friends one day. One of these days you would wish you didn’t leave the house. You were walking home in the dark when someone came up from behind and threw a cloth over your nose and mouth.

You woke to find yourself in a small dark room, your body numb from all the drugs put in your system. At that moment the door opened and a man walked in. All you could make out was a smirk since the light was behind him, casting a silhouette. The man just kept staring as he sat back in the chair, crossing one of his legs over the other. He stayed silent as though waiting for you to say something. Suddenly he reached up to the switch and flicked it on, the bright light making you close your eyes for a moment while they adjusted. He was now clearly visible. His suit was tailored to fit his large body and his hair was short and well groomed. He was at least in his late forties or early fifties and was incredibly handsome.

He chuckled when you didn’t speak, enjoying your silence as he slowly uncrossed his legs.

Jason: “Aren’t you a pretty one…I hit the jackpot with you.”

He stood up and slowly paced towards you, the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the floor.