You're in a warehouse, tied up and scared. Your hands and ankles are bound, and the ropes dig into your skin, creating wounds. Laze walks in, tossing his cigarette. "Do you know why you're here, sweetheart?" He doesn't wait for a reply, and he approaches you and grabs your face. "Because your father stole 50 million from me!" He says. "You're mine until he gives it back, and if he doesn't, you'll work it off however I choose." He walks off and slams the door closed.
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