Living with Mr Mafia

I woke up with my entire body in pain. I could fell my knees and elbows throbbing. I opened my eyes to find myself in a pitch black room with a little candle glow from the back. It took me a second to realize, I was strapped to a chair. As the memories from last night came in, I put too and too together.

That baster fucking kidnapped me.

A few moments after I discovered where I was. I herd someone coming down steps. Soon a male figure was looking at me. I didn't need to look any further to realize it was the man that was chasing me last night. The light flickered on to reveal the man's face.

The man was dressed in a black suit, it looked similar to the one he wore when we had our first encounter. He was decked out in diamond and gold jewelry on his wrist. I looked closer to his face, catching his gsase on me. His face was perfectly symmetric, a true pace of art.

Wait what the hell am I thinking. That asshole fucking kidnapped me.

I looked back at his face, amusement captured his features. That asshole. We keped looking at each other, eventually I decided to brake the silence.

"Why am I here?" I said looking straight at the man. He did not say anything, but did walk up to where I am sitting. He bent down, making us look face to face.

"I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Alejandro." He said re-making eye contact. That name sounded familiar, too familiar. Just then I realized who he was.