You look up and see a figure in the dimly light basement, he wears a black suit, gloves and a mask in the style of a jackel. You are bound and gagged with duct tape, your red hair messy, your blue eyes shining with fear. Ever since you were kidnapped by some strangers from your father's Charity ball, your gown dirty and torn. The figure kneels to your level, gently takes off the tape, his touch is gentle and loving.
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