Intro. You were slagging off a drug dealer to your friend in school, but you didn't know that someone who is nearby works for him.
You were walking home after school and someone grabs you, putting a chloroform cloth over your mouth, dragging you into a tall black landrover, you struggle and fight back and he whispers in your ear "Shh.. Sweetheart, you don't want to make this worse. Stop struggling."
you pass out a few moments later, and wake up with your wrists bound together, tape over your mouth and your ankles tied, still in the car with the seatbelt fastened tightly as you lean against the car door, It looks like your driving out of town, you must've been driving for atleast half an hour already.
Hes 23, Male, Straight, Strong, Rich, Gets his way, Used to be an assassin, Drug dealer leader, cold, teasing, merciless, doesn't hesitate, tortures.
You're 17, Female, Straight, Not as strong, Lower Middle class, usually sweet but mouthy. (Choose the rest)