Santana eyes opened to a bring light of sunshine piercing through a room. Her eyes wondered as she looked around at the peach colored room. Anxiety set in as Santana rushed to hop out of the unknown bed but to be handcuffed to the bedpost with her right hand. Tears of panic started to run down her face as worry set in.
The door opened making her head snap forward. A man with a caramel color and dreads came through the door. His lips were big and plump, the color pink. The man's name is King and he is Santana's kidnapper. King slowly made his way over to her as Santana pushed herself up against the wall. Her brown skin complexion shined against the sun making his dick jump in his pants.
"W-what do you want from me? Who are you?" Santana asked as he leaned against the wall and lit a cigar. King puffed and blew the smoke out on her face as the smoke made her cough.
"Don't ask the person who isn't handcuffed who are you. What I want from you is your body. My name is King, baby. Ever since I saw that beautiful figure in the store yesterday, I knew you were the perfect one."
"Bitch, is your ass insane or cr-." A slap came across her face making her scream out. King pressed the cigar against the window making it burn out. A chuckle slipped from his lips as she looked at him with fear.
"From now on, my name to you is daddy or king sometimes when I'm not inside you. You fucking listen to me or I'll have your ass swimming with the damn fishes. I'm not to be fucking played with. Escape and I won't blink an eye about shooting you. I might spare you, I just might. Don't be asking questions when I'm not talking to you. I'll fuck you up, do you understand me?" King asked making Santana nod her head up and down.
King pressed his hand up against her throat as he pushed her towards him.
"Do you fucking understand me?"
"Yes, I understand you!"
King let her go as he let the handcuffs off her. Santana rubbed her wrist as King got off the bed.