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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As I awaken, I hope that it's just a bad dream, one I never want to experience again. But as my eyes open, the weight on me feels too real. Damn it, this isn't a nightmare.
Everything he said last night still echoes in my mind, sending shivers down my spine as I recall his plans. Someone, please help me.
Sitting up in bed, I realize what I'm wearing. What the fuck! Who put me in this?
I'm dressed in a tight red dress, revealing my thighs and cleavage. Who did this to me? I'm practically exposing my soul. It's too much! I need to find a way out of here, now!
Glancing at the table beside the bed, I see a tray of food. I notice utensils, including a fork, chopsticks, spoon, and... I smile. Now I know what to do.
I grab a glass plate from the tray and throw it to the floor, making a loud noise as it shatters. I hide some broken pieces under the pillow. Soon, a man in all black enters the room.
"What's happening here?" he asks.
"I-I-I didn't mean to break the plate," I mutter, avoiding eye contact, and I can sense his sigh.
He picks up the broken pieces and leaves the room. Finally.
He's so stupid, just like his boss. It takes me a while, but I manage to break free from the rope tying my feet.
As I stand up and explore the room, I find a door to my right. I rush over and open it, revealing a bathroom.
Inside, I see a toilet, sink, and bathtub. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice dried tears on my face, slightly pink cheeks, and red lipstick on my lips. My long black hair is a little messy.
"What am I going to do?" I ask myself, feeling lost.
Looking up at the ceiling, I spot a window. It's too high for me to reach, and my body won't fit through it.
Should I give up? No, over my dead body! I won't surrender to this situation!
Returning to the bed, I formulate a plan to escape. I'll face this head-on and never give up. My career is waiting for me.
As darkness falls and the moonlight filters into the room, I lie down and wrap myself in a blanket, feeling cold. I try to close my eyes and fall asleep, but the man I met yesterday keeps haunting me, along with his plans. His voice fills me with fear, yet it also feels strangely familiar. I wonder if I've met him before.
Suddenly, the door opens, flooding the room with light from outside. I close my eyes and grip the blanket tighter.
I know he's here; I can smell his familiar scent.
I hear footsteps approaching, and my body tenses.
I flinch as the bed bounces, indicating he's sitting on it.
