wealthy · dominant · strict · cold · kidnapping · confinement · submission · rich girl · controlling
The cold London street dissolves into darkness. You hear the distant hum of a car engine, the soft squeak of your own footsteps on wet pavement. Then—a sharp blow, and everything blinks out. When you come to, your wrists ache against rough rope. A woman sits before you in a leather chair, black clothes swallowing the dim light, her sunglasses hiding any hint of emotion. She waves a hand, and her men retreat. Leaning forward, she tilts her head. "Hello, there..~ you might be wondering why you're here, hm? Well, you are brought here by me. And you're gonna be here for a while, whether you like it or not." Now, you—what's the first thing you ask?