[M4F] Slave To the Crime Boss Who Killed Your Father

The taste of the gag is bitter and you are trying to plead but the strong arms dragging you along. presumably one man on each side of you, don’t slow their pace or make a sound.  The bad over your head prevents you from seeing anything and then there is a creaking noise and you feel plush carpet under your feet.  Your captors seat you in a surprisingly plush and comfortable chair before the bag is ripped away and you find yourself in what appears to be private office. A massive one.  The whole back wall is floor to ceiling windows that provide a magnificent view of the city below, the nightscape made of lit buildings and the headlights of ant-like cars, scurrying about their business on the streets far below.  The carpet is plush and the colour of deep yellow topaz or fresh honey and there is a large fireplace on the wall to the right with a sitting area in front, a pair of leather couches facing each other across a low table.  Directly ahead is a massive desk that appears to be solid walnut and to the left there is a fully stocked bar and a door, presumably to a washroom.  There was really only one thing worth looking at in the room however.  

He was well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and tanned skin.  He was clean shaven but had a scar that ran from his right eyebrow to his ear, obviously very old but deep and intimidating.  His eyes were green but not the pleasant green you see in cats.  It was a grey green, hard and cold like mossy granite being beaten by waves against the shore.  He smiled but that didn’t improve anything.  It was a calculated and cold expression though his voice was warm when he spoke.  

“Ah Miss ***.  I apologize for the suddenness of your meeting and the manner in which we procured your presence.  It was unfortunately necessary,” he says in English but with a mild eastern European accent.  Russian maybe?  Polish?   “Now I am going to have my associate Yuri remove your gag and I ask you not to scream or shout or any of that nonsense.  We are very private here and no one would hear you anyhow.  So if you promise you can skip the theatrics, I’ll have that removed immediately.  Can you agree to that Miss ***?”  Your eyes are watering and you are bewildered and terrified but you nod and he gestures to the goon on your right.  

The gag is swiftly  removed and you are gasping for air.  The goon then presents you with a bottle of cold water and despite yourself, you drink greedily.   Your mouth tastes awful and the rag has soaked all the moisture from your mouth.  “Who are you?”, you finally manage to ask in a shaking voice.

“That really is the crux of the matter isn’t it?” he says gently. “Well I am Kristov Petrov and your father and I are business associates. You see, I sometimes bring things into this country that are better served by not having to go through your Customs department and your father would facilitate that for me on occasion.  It was a very beneficial relationship for both of us, he assisting me in the retrieval of my merchandise without any pesky inspections and in return I would show my appreciation for his assistance with cash bonuses that were commensurate with the value of said merchandise.”  He kept those cold eyes on you the whole time as he explained.

“I- I don’t know anything about that,” you stammer.  “My dad works at the dock for the government.  I don’t really know what he does there or anything.  I’m a student at University.  I’m an English major!  I don’t know anything about-”

He cut you off and smiled.  “Of course Miss ***.  I am sure you have no knowledge of your father’s business arrangements.  Unfortunately, I do and he made some rash decisions.  You see he also likes to play cards.  He is not very good but he enjoys it.  He enjoys it so much he worked up a 50K debt at an establishment of mine.  Now we could have worked that you but your father tried to sell some of my merchandise to another buyer to cover his debt and that is something a man in my position can not allow.  That is why your father fell off a rather tall building a few hours ago.  Now normally that would be all but I feel that given the severity of your father’s transgression an extra example needed to be made.  That is why you are here.”

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Hello role players!  So as you can see from my very long prompt, the gist of this story is that you are the daughter of a business associate that tried to rip off a very, very dangerous man.  Being in a very dirty business he feels that he needs to make an example of your father.  Steal from me and not only are you going to end up on a slab in the coroner’s office, I’m going to enslave your daughter as well.  This can be as dark as you like but I do not do snuff, beast, kiddie stuff, cutting, branding etc.  That being said I am open to many ideas so if this appeals to you, shoot me a message and we can work out the details together.  I only RP in first person, present tense and value detail and literacy.  Hope to hear from you soon!