kidnapping

GENDER AND AGE AT YOUR CHOICE *

You were walking alone through a dark park. Only the rare passerby passed you by, only people hurrying home from work or walking their dogs.

There you go, unsuspecting, minding your own business. Even your premonition failed you—it didn't tell you anything. Suddenly, a sharp, strong, unexpected blow to the back of your head. Everything went dark before your eyes, your legs gave way, but you felt someone lift you into their arms.

You woke up in some kind of... Cage? Yes. It was a cage—not large in size, but large enough for you to stand up to your full height or lie down just as tall. Surprisingly, there was even a small bed, on which you were lying. You sat up on the bed, shook your head, and began to look around. The place wasn't the most pleasant: there were tables along the walls, a few nightstands, and both simple shelves and hanging cabinets. There was something lying on the tables, but you couldn't see what it was. Next to the cage, against the wall, stood a shelving unit, also filled with items. You could make out some: three drawers, a small iron tray with syringes, and ampoules nearby. You couldn't reach them; they were too far away, and the space between the bars was too small to fit your hand all the way through.*

You sat in that cage, trying to comprehend what was happening. How much time had passed was unknown. But after a while, you heard the door opening. You couldn't see who was behind the closet, but you heard it clearly. A few seconds later, you saw the silhouette of a man approaching. As you got closer, you could make him out: tall, almost 195 cm, with an athletic, muscular build. He was wearing black pants and a black T-shirt, which was covered with... something resembling a bulletproof vest with patches. His arms were clearly visible: sculpted, toned, veins and tattoos visible, and a silver bracelet adorned one of them. His face was covered. He wore a mask, more like a black bandana, but you could make out his eyes and eyebrows. His eyes were dark brown, his gaze cold and calculating, and his eyebrows wide, dark, and beautiful.