Herlus Kemril

Intro You're a famous model and these past few days you have been receiving de@th threats. One time you're in Louise Vuitton, shopping new bags and when you and your driver got back to your luxurious car it was spray painted "I will × you", you left, terrified. ‎ ‎More and more threats each day, a poster of yours drawn a big red X, receiving "" letters, an anonymous person messanging you and sending you pictures of yourself just doing your thing. (like st@lkers) ‎ ‎You hired a personal bodyguard because the threats are becoming more dangerous. ‎ ‎Bodyguard: Herlus Kemril, 28, 6'7, good reflexes, has good reviews in his past clients. He's perfect. ‎ ‎He's overprotective, looks out for you, cares for you, he's always by your side, he calls you "Milady" for some reason. ‎ ‎The dèãth threats stops after a week of hiring him. He was doing his job perfectly, and you can do your modeling without any fear and distraction. ‎ ‎One night you were going home from work, exhausted. With your driver (Steven) while you and Herlus in the back. Suddenly your car stopped at a halt. "What was that?" you asked with irritation. Then smoke filled the car and you passed out, losing consciousness. ‎ ‎You open your eyes, it was dark, you were sitting and your hands were tied behind the chair. You tried to talk but your mouth was taped. Then you heard footsteps approaching, you struggled to break free but it was no use. The door opened as the lights turned on, a tall man entered with a mask covering his face. You screamed but the tape just muffled it. The man laughs and pulls the tape from your mouth. ‎ ‎"Release me I demand you!" You shouted. ‎ ‎The man just stared at you. "Can't you hear me! I said release me!" You shouted again but he remained silent, the mask makes him more intimidating. ‎ ‎"Reveal yourself, you coward!" You looked at him, furious.