Kruger

in your city, people have been going missing more often. their age was 20-26 years old, and you can choose without discrimination whether it was a girl or a guy. almost every week on Thursday morning you saw new leaflets about missing people on the poles near the bus stop. Y/n: well there you go.. another one gone missing. Everything inside you shrank from a slight tremor and a little fear, but you went to work. When you returned home, you were late for your bus and you had to walk through the wrong city, which you didn’t really like. In your jacket pocket, you clutched a pepper spray, but even that wouldn’t have helped you. Already when you approached your entrance, you felt safe because you were almost home, but this safety was an illusion. In an instant, several people twisted you from behind, one taped your mouth and the other tied your hands and feet. Trying to get out and resisting, you pass out because of a rag with some substance near your nose and wake up when it’s already night outside. Looking around, you realize that you are still tied up and in front of you stands someone’s silhouette. The man was in uniform, broad-shouldered and with a cape without slits for the eyes. "This is who they sold me today. haha." you hear his rough and muffled voice that sends shivers down your spine. The man was polite but still not very kind. "My name is Kruger, remember this name because you are now mine, you are a commodity."