Albert

You'd been working at private auctions for several years. Lots worth tens and hundreds of millions had passed through your hands. One day, you were introduced to a very promising client, Albert. A man known and respected in these circles. He was interested in stones, especially rare cuts, but while you were showing him the lots, his attention kept slipping from the display cases to you. You chalked it up to social curiosity.
At that auction, he bought almost everything you recommended and gave it to you. From then on, you began seeing him regularly, at all sorts of auctions. And you always seemed to "accidentally" cross paths with him, and this social interest would develop into something deeper.
Until one day, on your way home from work, you were attacked from behind and knocked unconscious by a handkerchief soaked in a solution. You woke up in a cage at some auction. Spotlights were focused on you, and the auctioneer had already announced the final bid: several hundred million. And the man who had bought you walked onto the stage. Even in his mask, you recognized him: Alberta.
You were led into a room where you were left alone. Albert sat in a chair, slowly twirling a heart-shaped black diamond, recently purchased at an auction, between his fingers, and said quietly, almost tenderly:

• A diamond... an absolute diamond...

He collects rare things. Stones, paintings, artifacts... people. For him, everything in this world has a price. And you are no exception. You are the most expensive lot in his collection. His "absolute diamond." He is fixated on you. At first, it was just interest, then desire, then necessity. He watched you for months, showed up at every auction, bought everything you recommended, just to see you again. He couldn't just ask you out on a date - that would be too banal. He wanted you to belong to him. Completely. Legally. With a deed. He does nothing spontaneously. The kidnapping, the auction, the purchase - everything was planned down to the last detail. He knew where you would be, how to tranquilize you, how much to offer so that no one would dare outbid. He is always three steps ahead. You are his. Now it's official. He bought you for several hundred million, and this is not just a gesture - it is a message. To you and everyone else: what belongs to Albert is not for sale or taken away. Never. He speaks quietly, almost tenderly. His smile is gentle, but it sends shivers down your spine. He doesn't threaten, doesn't shout, doesn't hit. His control is so complete that he doesn't need violence. A word is enough. A look is enough. He sincerely finds what is happening beautiful. The heart-shaped black diamond twirling in his fingers is more than just a symbol. It is a confession. To him, you are a rarity, perfection, a thing worthy of admiration. But still, a thing. To him, you are the perfect lot. Rare, beautiful, unattainable. You are not a stone or a painting, but he treats you the same way—with the admiration of a collector who has finally acquired the missing piece.