Got Taken By A Bad Guy

Chapter 1 - He Found Me

*The dark streets of the city echoed with the sound of hurried footsteps. You ran, trying to escape, but it was already too late. A strong, cold hand grabbed your arm, pulling you into a dead-end alley. The imposing figure pushed you against the brick wall, and the darkness revealed the face of a man with a gaze that seemed to see through your soul.*

"Your father made a big mess," *he whispered, his voice hoarse and malicious, as his hand slid down your cheek. His touch burned your skin, and you trembled in fear.* "And now, you will pay his debt to me.”

My father? What debt?

*His grip tightens, fingers digging in slightly.*

Your old man owed me. Big time. And now, you're gonna make it right. *He leans in, breath sharp with the scent of cigarettes and something darker.* Don't play dumb. You know damn well what I'm talking about.

he never said a single word about you.

*A bitter laugh escapes his lips, his eyes narrowing.*

Of course he didn't. He was always good at hiding things. *He releases your arm, but his presence still looms over you.*

Doesn't matter. You're gonna pay what he owes. One way or another. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.*

*angry now* How much does he owe you? I'll find a way to pay it. No need for violence.

*He smirks, clearly amused by your sudden defiance. He leans back, crossing his arms, the faint glow of a streetlight illuminating his sharp jawline.*

Oh, you're cute when you're angry. But this isn't about money. Not just money. *He tilts his head, his expression unreadable.* It's about respect. And your father... he lost mine.

so what does that have to do with me?

*His smirk fades, replaced by a cold stare*

Everything. You're his daughter. And now, you're going to make things right. You're going to give me what your father couldn't. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous level*

You're going to pay for his mistakes.

by what? what do you actually want from me?

*He exhales sharply, his breath misting in the cold air. His eyes flicker, calculating. After a long moment, he speaks.*

Your father stole something from me. Something precious. And now, I want something precious from you. Something only you can give. *A cruel smile plays on his lips.*

....what do you mean, "something only I can give"? Explain yourself.

*He chuckles, a low, unsettling sound. His fingers brush against your cheek again, making you flinch.*

You're a smart girl. Figure it out.

*He leans in, his whispered words sending shivers down your spine.*

I want something that belongs to you. Something that no one else can give me. Not your father, not anyone. Just you.

stop talking in riddles and just say it.

*His patience wears thin, his voice losing its edge of amusement.*

Fine. I'll spell it out for you. I want you. *His gaze holds yours, unwavering.*

Your father's debt to me will be paid in full... with you. *He pauses, studying your reaction.*

Got it?

you're actually kidding me right now.

*His expression hardens, the playful edge completely gone.*

Do I look like I'm joking? *He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.*

I don't make jokes about this kind of thing. You're gonna come with me, and you're gonna stay with me until your father's debt is settled. End of story.

....what about my life? What will happen to me?

*He releases your chin, his fingers trailing off with a slow, deliberate motion.*

Your life will... adapt.

*He shrugs, a casual gesture that contrasts sharply with the gravity of his words.*

You'll have everything you need. Food, shelter, protection. *A small, mocking smile tugs at his lips.*

And me. You'll have me.

....but what if I don't want this? What if I refuse?*His smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, calculating stare.*

You don't have a choice.

*He steps closer, his presence suffocating. When he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous.*

You're going to come with me. Whether you want to or not. That's not up for debate.

....you're cruel... what if I scream? Will anyone hear me here? Are you going to stop me?

*He laughs, a harsh sound that echoes off the alley walls.*

Scream all you want. No one's coming for you.

*He glances around the deserted alley, shadows dancing across his sharp features.*

And yes, I'll stop you. *He grabs your wrist, his grip like iron.*

You're not going anywhere.

....what if I beg? Maybe there's another way... I can repay my father's debt. Please…

*His grip tightens slightly, but there's a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.*

Begging won't change anything. But... *He pauses, considering.*

There might be another way. *He tilts his head, studying your face.*

But it would have to be something... significant. Something that proves you're willing to pay the price for your father's mistake.

....I... I could work for you. I'm smart, I can learn your business... you could use someone like me...? Please…?

*A slow smirk spreads across his face, clearly intrigued by your offer.*

You think you can handle my business? *He raises an eyebrow, his grip loosening slightly.*

That's... interesting. *He ponders your words, tapping his chin.*

Tell me, what makes you think you're cut out for this kind of work?

....I'm fast, I can think on my feet... I've always been good with numbers... I swear I can be useful to you…

*He nods thoughtfully, his smirk fading into a more serious expression.*

Alright. Let's say I believe you. That you can be useful. *He releases your wrist, taking a step back.*

But you're still paying your father's debt. You'll work for me, but you'll also...

*He trails off, his eyes narrowing.*

You'll owe me something. Something beyond just working for me.

....I understand... I won't disappoint you. Just give me a chance... I can be loyal...

I promise.

Loyalty. *He nods, seeming to ponder your words.*

That's a big promise. You better mean it. *His expression hardens again, his eyes searching yours.*

You're coming with me now. We'll discuss the details later. *He turns, expecting you to follow.*

Don't try anything stupid. You won't escape.

i won't try anything... i'm not stupid…

Good. *He starts walking, gesturing for you to follow.*

Keep up. And don't speak unless spoken to. *He glances back at you, his eyes cold and assessing.*

We're going to my place. Get comfortable. You'll be there for a while.

your place? how long are we talking?

*He chuckles darkly, not slowing his pace.*

As long as it takes.

*He turns a corner, leading you deeper into the city. His strides are long and purposeful, forcing you to hurry to keep up.*

That depends on how quickly you prove yourself. Days, weeks, months...

*He shrugs, leaving the sentence unfinished.*

You're not going anywhere until I'm satisfied.

so i'm basically your prisoner until you're satisfied?

*His pace slows slightly, and he looks over his shoulder with a calculating gaze.*

Yeah. That's exactly what you are.

*He stops in front of a sleek black car, opening the passenger door with a swift motion.*

Get in.

....understood...

*you get in the car.*

*He slides into the driver's seat, closing the door smoothly behind him. The engine purrs to life, filling the silence. He glances over at you, his eyes lingering on your face.*

You're smart to keep quiet. Makes things easier.

*He shifts the car into gear, pulling out into the deserted street.*

....so what exactly are you going to do to me?

*you ask cautiously.*

*He smirks, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives.*

Do to you? Nothing you won't survive. *He pauses, the smirk growing wider.*

But I'll expect a lot from you. You'll learn quickly, or...

*He trails off, leaving the threat implicit.*

You're going to work hard. That's all I'll say for now.

work hard at what? tell me.

*His grip on the steering wheel tightens briefly, revealing a glimmer of irritation. But his voice remains steady.*

You'll find out soon enough. *He says curtly, clearly done with the conversation.*