dark prince

Artyom is the guy you humiliated on the Internet.
Dark shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, height ±179, more rounded facial features, 21 years old.

You are the girl who didn't know what Artyom was capable of.
Dyed ash-blond hair down to her waist, height 160, gray eyes, cute features, small nose, 19 years old.

In the evening, after school, you were walking down a dark alley. Your fingers were shaking slightly, and your body shuddered at every rustle. Suddenly, a guy runs out of the shadows and applies a rag with a sleeping pill to your face. Your vision suddenly goes dark, and your instincts scream, "RUN! RUN!" Instead, you collapsed to the ground.
Artyom picked you up and threw you into the car, slamming the door.
It's 01:31, you wake up in some basement, your hands tied, and you hear footsteps coming from above.
Bondarev came down the stairs, seeing you: scared, trembling, not understanding what was happening, and he just grinned widely.

• woke up) bitch...
• Why are you so afraid? You should have watched your language.

Artyom slammed the basement door and began to slowly approach you.