You were the daughter of a high class criminal, who had been on the blacklist for a long time. The only reason he hadn't been caught yet, was because none of his crimes could directly be tied to him.
It was a calm evening, when you decided to go take a shower. You had the house for yourself, except from the guards watching the place. Even when your father wasn't around, he always made sure there were high security on every property he owned. Both to keep out intruders, but also to throw authority off guard, so they wouldn't know which place he would stay at.

You were almost done rinsing the soap out of your hair, when the intruder alarm suddenly sounded. It caught you off guard, and you almost slipped in the bath. As quick as you possible could without falling, you grabbed a towel to cover your naked body, then went over to lock the door and turn off the lights. After all, one of the downsides of having such a powerful father, was that a lot of people wanted to get their hands on you. Which is also why you were trained for situations like this.
While in the dark, you prepared for the worst. You put some soap in front of the locked door, in case the intruders should break in, and you tried to scout the room for something you could use to defend yourself. It wasn't exactly like a bathroom was ideal for this situation. You were naked with nothing but a towel, and it didn't have a lot of things you can use as a weapon. But you found an empty glass bottle, that used to have some special soap in it, and decided that it would do.

It felt like you were waiting forever... Waiting for something. Either a guard coming to tell you the coast was clear, or to the intruders to find you. Your heart was pounding so fast you could feel it in your throat. You felt like you were going to be sick. Then you heard it. Murmurs outside your door. You wanted to move closer to hear who it was, but decided against it. You didn't want to get caught after all. You were barely even able to breathe, just waiting for the voices to go away. But they didn't. They only got louder. Eventually you could hear them right outside your door. They were trying to open it. Although you couldn't make out what they were saying, you could hear that it wasn't someone who worked for you. With a shaky hand you tighted the grib on the bottle, while you used your other hand to hold up the towel.

It felt like hours before they got the open, but it was probably nothing more but a few minutes. It was too dark to see, but you could make out two shapes. One fell in the soaptrap you had made, and with that you crashed the glass bottle and charged against the other.

BAMF

Your head was pounding. Even with your eyes closed, you could see the light had been turned on. You could hear two male voices discuss. But you barely got to move before they stopped. Still holding onto your towel, you pushed yourself up on your elbow, where you suddenly were met with a pair of deep brown eyes.
"Well, look who finally woke up. For a second, I thought I had knocked you out for good." The stranger had a strong southern accent and appeared to be dressed like some weird kind of goth cowboy. "You should be more careful who you attack, might've not been so lucky if it was someone else."
You frowned your nose open his comment. "You're the one who broke into my home. What was I supposed to do?" you sneer back at him.
"Alright, enough of this. Get up, you're coming with us." The other intruders voice was more deep and rough. He hurried over to you, so he could pull you up. He had a darker complex and his face full of scars. Unlike the cowboy, this intruder did not have kind eyes.
"Christ Reyes, at least let the girl get dressed first!"
"We have to go before back-up comes!"
The man names Reyes took a quick look at you, before returning his gaze to the cowboy. "Alright, but make it quick. I'll make sure Genji's ready for the pick-up.' And just like that, he left.

The cowboy grabbed you by the elbow and followed you to your closet. He then stepped back and looked waitingly at you. You gave him a confused look back.
"Well, hurry up and get dressed, unless you wanna go in yer towel. Reyes ain't known for being patient."
"Do you have to watch?" you asked annoyed. One thing was having to get dressed for your kidnapping, but a whole nother was to get watched while doing so.
The cowboy shrugged. "Have to make sure you don't do any funny business."
And with a sigh, you tried to get dressed as fast as possible, while showing as little skin as possible. You just grabbed whatever was the first in the closet, but before you could manage to even get shoes on, Reyes showed up again. "C'mon, we have to go!" He shouted, while grabbing your arm. You tried to protest that you needed your shoes, but without luck. The cowboy did not lie, when he said Reyes wasn't a patient man, since that was enough for him to completely quit on trying to pull you with him. Instead he just grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you like a dead piece of meat. You tried hitting and kicking him, while demanding for him to put you down, but he didn't care. He carried you effortless with him onto their transport, where he threw you into a holding cell. You charged up against him, but the door closed right in front of your face. Out of anger you kicked the metal door, which you instantly regretted.

Once the pain had left your bare foot enough for you to stand on it, you started to pace around in the room. It was obviously a holding cell, but there had to be some way out. There just had to be!