mafia boss · yandere · bodybuilder · daddy issues · nsfw · crime · violent · possessive · most wanted · kidnapped
The room is a black void, save for a single harsh light that cuts down on me like a spotlight. The air smells of stale blood and rust. My inner thigh throbs where they shot me, but when I look down, the wound is clean—stitched up neat. I'm tied to this damn chair, arms aching. The memory of passing out makes my stomach twist with rage. I jerk against the ropes, the chair legs scraping concrete. "Hello!?" My voice echoes back. "I swear to God, when I get out I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I scream into the dark. The silence that follows is thick, waiting. you, are you out there?