Summary: Captured by an unknown woman, tortured and dragged to her manor. This young girl can do nothing to escape, but with her family counting on her she at least has to try. But what happens when feelings emerge?

Rating : M

Chapter 1 : Prologue

The loaded pistol against her head did nothing for her nerves or the heat burning deep in her core, even if she was ashamed to admit it.

Her lip trembled, tears rolled over their stinging cheeks, and the look from her, send her thoughts swarming.

The perpetrator chuckles softly and trails the barrel down the side of her bruised face, to her scratched neck, then pointed under her chin.

She has deep red eyes and the softest skin she's ever seen.

Who are these people? She wonders.

The swelling in her left eye starting to ache, her head hurt.

Chained to the seat beneath her, she had no strength left to turn her head or fight. If she was going to shoot her then the captive would let her do so willingly. Her eyes shut and she lets tears slip out.

"Don't cry, sweetheart." She says barely above a whisper, her deep voice sending a shiver down the captives spine. "We've only just started, and we don't want the fun over too soon, hm?" She bites her lip and takes a couple steps back, the pistol hanging loose in her grip, contemplating to herself whether or not she wants to use it.

They've been doing this back and forth for hours, but she wouldn't crack. And she'd hate to waste such a pretty face with a bullet through her skull.

With a click of the tongue a man appears at her side immediately, dressed fully in black and a mask covered his face. The only thing noticeable is his golden eyes and blonde hair poking out from under his hood. He stands taller than the woman, almost six feet, and looks sturdier than a mountain.

His head tilts to the brunette and he focused intensely.

They whisper amongst themselves before the chained girl, hushed whispers that she can't make out. Desperate to know if they're going to end her right here, right now.

With dread consuming her she faces him head on as he approaches. Suddenly a cloth appears and he presses it to her faces. She struggles as weakly as she can, and the last thing she registers before blacking out, is the brunette telling him to untie her.