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This story is fiction from the author’s mind, but themes contained within are the kidnapping of an adult woman and animal cruelty and abuse (Forced dogfighting. Physical and verbal abuse). If such themes may be upsetting, please read with caution.

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The mansion overlooks the city down below, like a hawk above an appetizing field mouse. A black limousine enters through the gated entrance.

The men are now wearing business attire instead of street clothes. One of them carries the woman to a room upstairs, while the other one handles Roscoe.

The vet meets them at the door.

“He can’t keep doing this over and over.” The vet answers.

“Obviously, he didn’t even put up a fight!” The man scowls at Roscoe, who cowers.

“You want me to patch him up again?”

“Yeah, I’m retiring him. He’s worthless to me.”

“Then why do you…”

“He’s a present.”

“For a friend?”

The man grins. “She’s shy, but we’ll come to an understanding.”

“Whatever, I’ll have him back in several days.”

“Sure.”

Roscoe runs towards the vet, and they leave the mansion.

The man walks up the stairs and enters the room where the woman is in.

She is sitting on her bed, where she remains tied up and gagged and looking down at her feet.

“Don’t be so nervous my dear. You’re going to love it here.”

The woman looks away.

“I’ll transform you into a lovely countess.”

He ignores this and sits near her, holding her close so that she doesn’t escape.

“Come now. You must be so exhausted. Perhaps you want that gag off?”

She thinks for a moment, then lowers her head to show the knot to untie her gag.

“Now then, doesn’t that feel better?”

She remains silent.

“I’ll put the gag on again if you don’t talk.”

“Where’s the dog?”

“Really? No thank you, sir?”

“Where’s the dog?”

“The dog is at the vet. He’s coming back in several days. Are you happy now?”

“Where am I?”

“My, or should I say, our mansion darling.”

“It’s nice. How about giving me a tour tonight?”

“No, you seem very exhausted, you will rest, and tomorrow we will get to know each other better.”

“I can get you money if you let me go home.”

“Darling, you are home. Besides, I’m sure you know that I’m already rich.”

“Then why did you kidnap me?”

“My own interests. I always get everything that I want.”

“Who are you?”

“Someone who wants you, whether you like it or not.”

She gulps.

He tickles under her chin, tucks her in the bed, then gets up and turns off the light.

“Good night, my dear. If you have trouble falling asleep, there’s a knockout gas that will fill the room in five minutes. You shall love living here.”

He closes the door, leaving the woman to struggle until the gas comes on.

In the vet’s operation room, Roscoe lays on the table while a machine monitors his vitals. He is sleeping, lost in thought over the woman.