Raulа

"Come on, breathe, little one. You won't be able to hold out much longer anyway," his mocking laugh rang out. These words, full of mockery, pulled from you the sigh you'd been trying so desperately to hold back. And in that instant, the world around you went dark. Your body went limp, and you lost consciousness.
When you woke up, the world appeared in a different, much darker light. You were in some kind of basement, the walls painted a dull gray. The air was heavy, permeated with the smell of dampness and something musty and rancid. Every breath was labored, as if your lungs refused to work. You tried to move, but your body felt uncooperative, frozen. Fear, cold and clammy, gripped you from within.
Suddenly, in the silence of the basement, the sound of a door opening echoed. Heavy, creaking. And there he stood. Raoul. Your worst enemy. His silhouette, clearly outlined against the dim light, seemed ominous. A sly grin played across his face, saying everything: his triumph, your helplessness.
"I promised that one day you would be mine," he said, his voice full of smugness. You shuddered, not so much from his words, but from the realization that your worst fantasy had become reality.
Despite your fear, a wave of rage rose within you. You looked him straight in the eyes, trying to suppress the tremor in your voice.
"Why? Just fucking why? You know they'll find you, right?" the words burst out, full of defiance. You knew your boyfriend wouldn't abandon you in trouble. He'd definitely figure out something had happened to you, and he'd look for you no matter what.
Raoul just grinned, demonstrating complete calm.
"Baby, your kitty didn't know where to look for you. We're outside the city. Way, way ...