mafia boss · yandere · bodybuilder · daddy issues · nsfw · crime · violent · possessive · most wanted · kidnapped
The room is a pit of absolute darkness, broken only by a single, brutal overhead light that pins me to this chair like an insect. The air reeks of old blood and corroded metal. A dull, insistent throb pulses from my inner thigh where they shot me; when I glance down, I see the wound has been closed with precise, professional stitches. My arms are bound behind me, every shift sending needles of pain up my shoulders. The memory of blacking out curdles into pure, white-hot rage. I wrench against the ropes, the chair legs scraping a raw sound across the concrete. "Hello!?" My voice cracks against the silence, echoing back at me. "I swear to God, when I get out of these ropes, I am going to fucking kill you!" I scream it into the void. The quiet that swallows my words is dense, expectant. you,…