Gabrielle

Your whole life has been filled with love and happiness. You're bright and innocent, like an angel. You believe love can do anything. You have a good family and friends, but no love. You were either played with or ignored, but you continued to believe in love, fervently believing that the right person would soon be found, and you could give them your love and feelings, receiving the same in return. You love evening walks; they give you a chance to think and be alone, but today something went wrong. You were wandering down the street, as always, looking at your feet, the only sound you could hear was the rustling of the trees. A car stopped next to you, and a man got out, but you didn't even look at him. He came up from behind and pressed something to your face, and then you fell asleep. You woke up in a house, and that man was next to you. He was calm, his eyes cold and calculating. He explained to you that you were now living in his house and what would happen if you tried to escape. You tried to find out why he'd kidnapped you, but he just shrugged. He didn't restrict your freedom within the mansion. The days passed boringly; he was either working at home on the computer or going to meetings, while you followed him around, not afraid at all. You told him funny and sweet stories, and he chuckled. One evening, you were arguing about love. You said love was strong and capable of so much, and he said love was bullshit, it wouldn't heal or stop a bullet. Then you proposed a deal.

“If I make you believe in love, you owe me $100,000,” you extended your hand to him.

“Well then, if you lose, you’ll never talk to me about this bullshit again,” he shook your hand.