Meet Lalisa Manoban, known to the world as LISA, a renowned supermodel who harbors a strong aversion towards men, particularly those she deems disrespectful.
However, her world takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with a mysterious figur...
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In a vast and dimly lit room, a girl lay on a king-size bed, peacefully sleeping, untouched by any disturbance.
Two days later, she awoke from a deep slumber. As she slowly opened her beautiful, doe-like eyes, she blinked twice, puzzled by the darkness that enveloped her. Why was everything black? Why was she lying on a bed?
Sitting up, she felt the soft mattress beneath her. A gentle breeze entered the room, causing the curtains to dance, and a sliver of moonlight illuminated the space.
"Where am I?" she whispered to herself, tapping her forehead as she pondered her surroundings.
This was not her room, not her house. The different mattress and the distinct scent of the room made it clear. It was a pleasant scent, but her own room's fragrance was more comforting.
Trying to recall the last time she opened her eyes, she remembered the party and the light drink she had while her friend Jennie succumbed to drunkenness. But beyond that, everything was a blur.
Deciding to investigate, she stood up, intending to find the light switch and uncover the mystery of her location, perhaps belonging to someone like Bambam, whom she had seen at the party.
However, as she prepared to walk, she stumbled and fell to the floor.
"What the hell!"
Turning around, the moonlight revealed a rope tied around her feet.
"What is the meaning of this?" she wondered, attempting to remove the rope, but it was too tight, causing pain and leaving red lines on her feet. Frustrated, she gave up.
"Oh my god, don't tell me I'm kidnapped?" she nervously questioned, realizing the possibility was high. Her friends wouldn't play such a prank, and this situation seemed far too serious.
Admitting to herself that she was kidnapped, fear enveloped her. Who could have done this?
Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall man entered the room. Lisa's heart raced as she questioned his role in her predicament.
"Who are you?" she asked bravely.
"Hey, doll," he greeted with a manly voice that sent shivers down her spine, breaking her façade of bravery.
As he laughed sarcastically, Lisa's confidence wavered. "Why are you laughing? Where am I? Did you kidnap me?" she stammered, caught between fear and confusion.
The man's laughter continued, revealing his pleasure in seeing the innocent girl terrified. "Don't worry; you're in good hands," he replied with a smile she couldn't see in the darkness.
"Good hands? What good hands? I'm not in a good situation! Look, you kidnapped me!" she shouted, attempting to maintain her courage, though it was merely a facade.
"Don't shout at me, doll," he warned, moving closer. Lisa, trembling, didn't notice tears streaming down her face.
"You won't expect what will happen next time," he whispered menacingly, and a flood of terrifying possibilities rushed through Lisa's mind.
Would he kill her? Torture her? Do something unspeakable? The uncertainty terrified her.
"F-fuck you!" she shouted in defiance.
Enraged, the man gripped her jaw, bringing their faces close. Lisa felt his harsh breath and shivered.
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you soon, doll," he whispered, leaving her stunned.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and defiance.
"You," he replied shortly, sending a chill down Lisa's spine. He smirked as he noticed her tears, illuminated by the moonlight.
"Well, see you soon, my doll. You will play with the owner of you," he almost whispered the words 'owner,' leaving Lisa in dread. He exited the room, leaving her alone with her despair.
Broken, Lisa burst into tears, placing her feet on the bed, hugging her knees, and burying her face as she cried.
After a prolonged bout of tears, with almost none left, she collapsed on the bed, hoping against hope that this was just a nightmare, desperate to wake up from this dreadful ordeal. She hoped.
