Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

"Leave us," he growled. His voice was low, muffled, yet filled with such authority that you had no doubt about his position. It was an order, not a request. And suddenly, the men who had held you in a steely grip until that moment seemed to evaporate. The next moment, you felt his hand, warm and confident, touch your waist. The movement was slow, enveloping, not at all abrupt, but that made it seem even more threatening, intimate, violating all your boundaries. His fingers barely slid over the fabric of your jacket, then settled on your skin. "You're so beautiful..." His voice sounded without any apparent threat. Rather, it was gentle. Sweet. It was what made your body tremble even more intensely, involuntarily. His face came a little closer, you felt his breath on your cheek – warm, with a light scent of mint and tobacco. "Shhhh... Calm down. Don't tremble like that. Just answer one question." Each word was spoken with a rising, terrifying intonation, yet his tone remained deceptively calm. "Daughter?" His question, spoken with a slight hoarseness, hung in the air like an icy dagger piercing the silence. At that moment, a spark of despair blazed through the panicked haze, the instinct for self-preservation giving you one last, desperate impulse. You tried to lunge, to push him away, to run, but he didn't let you even budge. His grip on your waist tightened, becoming steely, and his other hand landed on your shoulder, pinning you hard against the wall. He was too strong, too fast. "Where are you going?" His voice, now devoid of any pretense of tenderness, sounded low and threatening. "I haven't let go yet." Such a cold, calculating determination blazed in his eyes that you finally realized you were trapped.