“If I catch you, I’ll own you. Now run.” I see a man in a mask with a grinning mouth and crossed out eyes unalive a man. But the mask slips and I see his face. Gray eyes. A scowl. I run.
He catches me, and the next thing I know, the Bratva boss has taken me to his country estate, and I’m his captive. I beg, I plead. But he’s stone. I try to escape, but he anticipates my every move.
Finally, he gives me a choice. Play his game. I’m the prey, he’s the hunter. If I can get away, I win my freedom. If he catches me, he’ll hold me down and take everything. Run.
