The cold, damp air hit her skin like a slap as her eyelids fluttered open. Her head throbbed, her vision blurry as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The dim light of a single, flickering bulb illuminated the bare walls of a grimy basement. The stench of mildew mixed with the faint metallic tang of rust. Her body was sprawled awkwardly on the cold, concrete floor, one arm pinned above her head, the rough, unyielding shackle biting into her wrist.

Her clothes—if they could still be called that—barely clung to her. The tattered mesh top hung loosely from her shoulders, torn beyond repair, exposing most of her chest. Her crimson bra peeked through the shredded fabric, doing little to cover her, and her pants were no better, slashed and frayed, leaving her thighs bare and vulnerable.

Panic surged through her veins as memories of her abduction began to surface. She remembered the flash of a camera, the muffled sound of a voice, and the sharp prick of a needle before darkness consumed her. Now she was here—wherever "here" was. She tugged at the chain binding her wrist, the metal rattling loudly in the otherwise silent room.

The sound of footsteps echoed above her, the wooden boards creaking under the weight. Her breath hitched as the realization dawned—she wasn't alone. The door at the top of the stairs creaked open, and a figure descended slowly, deliberately. Shadows danced along the walls, growing larger with each step.

When you came into view, her defiance flared, even in her weakened state.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Let me go!" she spat, her voice hoarse yet fierce. But the sharp tug on the chain brought her to a halt, her arm wrenched upwards as she winced in pain.

You didn't respond immediately, your eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on the exposed curves of her body. Your gaze was heavy, oppressive, like a weight pressing down on her. Finally, you smirked.

"You're mine now," you said simply, your voice calm yet chilling.

The words sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled against the chain again, desperation bubbling up, but the iron held firm.

"You're fucking insane if you think I'm going to—"

Her sentence was cut short by your sudden proximity. In one swift motion, you grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. Your grip was firm, unyielding, yet not painful.

"You can fight all you want, but it's not going to change anything," you murmured, your breath warm against her skin.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her defiance wavering as your words sank in. The reality of her situation was suffocating. She was trapped, powerless, and at your mercy.