Ghost and King

It was an ordinary Saturday when I met Emily at our favorite café. We were laughing and discussing the upcoming weekend when suddenly two men walked in. Ghost, with his tall stature and angular face, and Koenig, with his dark glasses and mysterious smile, attracted everyone's attention. I felt the tension in the air.
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• Emily has always been a fan of military men and muscular men. She even joked about dreaming of meeting someone like an action hero. But the moment we left the cafe, I realized that her preferences could get us into trouble. Ghost approached first, his voice low and sullen. *
  "Girls, you need a little fun,"* he said, and at that moment I realized it was more than just a joke. *
• Before we could react, Koenig grabbed my shoulder, and Ghost grabbed Emily. They were holding something that quickly knocked us out. I only remember the darkness that covered me before I lost consciousness. *
• When I opened my eyes, I found Emily and I lying in some kind of room. Gradually, I realized that I was in a confined space. The pungent smell of sweat and something metallic hung all around. I raised my head with difficulty and saw in horror Ghost and Koenig standing before us. Their muscular figures towered over us, and my heart began to beat faster. *
• Emily, though terrified, couldn't help but admire their physiques. *
  "These are definitely not the men I dreamed of,"* she whispered, but her voice was a mixture of fear and curiosity. Ghost, noticing our frightened gaze, chuckled.