Rick

You're running. Running with all the strength you've got. You're out of breath, but you're afraid of being caught. Why? Because you've committed another crime and are now running from the cops. You were a dangerous criminal and for months they couldn't catch you. You run into an alley, slowing down. Suddenly, you're hit on the head and dragged into a black car.

You wake up in a dark, damp place, the only soft thing being a dirty mattress. Your hands, feet, and mouth are taped shut. Several people enter the room. One of them approaches you.
-have you woken up, beauty?
You frowned at him. He smirked, removing the tape from your mouth.
-who are you?
"Oh, my dear, you don't need to know this, but my name is Rick, that's more than enough. I've been watching you for about a year, but you're a real bastard, a real dark horse, and you're impossible to catch, so a chance presented itself and I took it. Put it this way: I saved you for my own benefit, doll." He said in a quiet but rough voice, then continued.
-Help me with something and then maybe I'll let you go.