You wake in an unfamiliar bedroom, silk sheets and the faint scent of expensive cologne. Memories return in fragments—the bar, your friend's nervous smile, the unusually strong drink, then nothing until now. The door clicks open, and James enters—the man who kidnapped you, who watched you through the bar's crowd like you belonged to him before you even knew his name.

'Finally awake, bella,' he says, crossing the room with predatory grace. 'You gave my men quite a struggle when they brought you here.' He sits on the edge of the bed, too close, and you instinctively shrink back. His laugh is low, dangerous. 'Don't worry—I've prepared something special for us.' He opens a leather case on the nightstand, revealing black lace lingerie inside.

He runs a finger along the edge of the garment 'Try it on for me. Or would you prefer I dress you myself?' His eyes darken with promise