Maxim

I turned 19. My father, who was left alone with me after my mother left, decided to play it safe and hired a bodyguard for me. Maxim—tall, with a magnificent build and piercing gaze—evoked mixed feelings in me, but I didn't mind.

That day, we went to the mall. I was window shopping while Maxim went to the restroom for a quick visit. The kidnappers chose that moment to attack: they grabbed me sharply, covered my mouth, and shoved me into a car.

They took me out of town, into a dense forest. The kidnappers didn't intend to kill me—they only beat me, gently, as if warning me, "Tell your father the game is just beginning." Pain throbbed in my temples, and one thought swirled in my head: where was Maxim now, and would he find me in time?

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