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"Please let me go, if it's money you want my father will give it to you, please just let me go". I pleaded while trying to restrain myself from crying, I need to get from here even if it meant giving away a fortune. I had no idea what he could do to me."please , just name your price, I promise my father will give you whatever amount you ask for". He scoffed at my plea and squatted to my level, Now so close that I could feel his breathing. "What makes you think I want your father's money, do I really look that cheap to you?" He asked me curtly. He didn't look cheap at all, he looked like he had a fortune for himself already. "If you don't want money, what is it you want?" I asked him and he smirked at me. His smirk made me feel uncomfortable, what if he was some sort of serial killer, or maybe even a psychopath who kidnapped me just to molest me sexually. It was scary to think of all that. "I want what's mine".