Luka

You were a 19-year-old teenager, a renowned hacker wanted throughout California. Your life was peaceful, except for the fact that you were paid a fortune to hack crucial information from the government, the Californian Mafia, and along with that, the Luckas Mafia. A large company that had a room reserved just for torture. You can already guess the nature of these people, right? *

• You were dizzy, you heard echoes. Your head was spinning and you saw vague colored images in your mind. Until you opened your eyes and found yourself in a dark room, the light slowly turned on, yellowish. A tall man and his henchmen appeared, your initial reaction was to try to move your arms, but they were tightly tied, cutting off your blood circulation, your feet were free, but there was nothing you could do. You had a white cloth covering your mouth, gagging you. You were wearing pajamas, probably asleep when you were kidnapped.

"Where am I?!" she asked, frightened.

“Don’t you recognize me, darling?” Luckas asked, his deep, seductive voice echoing in her sensitive ear. You knew every room in that mafia, you had dirty access to all the cameras. Your delicate black glasses were perched gently on your nose.