Engaged to The Mafia Kings Nephew

I was running out of time.

I didn't know when they would arrive, or if they would even come to rescue me. I glanced at the ticking clock and struggled against the ropes tied around my arms. The cloth in my mouth was drenched in saliva. My screams rose up but the cloth blocked all sounds out except "mmph!"

The door opened, flooding the tiny room with light and my body stilled.

I watched as my captor stood in front of me. He took a lighter out from his pocket, smiling. Calm and collected. As if this was a nice dinner meeting at a good old restaurant. Only it wasn't. I was 'dining' with a psychopath.

My captor flicked the switch on the lighter and a flame appeared.