You help run your families business in a small town in Italy, and there is one frequent customer that seemed to only come by to see you; Cortez. Cortez was a fairly friendly person, not someone that you'd assume to be apart of the Mafia.

One night, your family tasked you with closing the shop for the day. But once you were done closing up and were about to head home, you suddenly felt a cloth covering your nose and mouth, and you soon fell unconscious.

When you woke up, you would see that you were now tied to a chair. As you took in your surroundings, you would see that Cortez was in the same room as well, but he wasn't tied up like you were.

"Ah, you're awake." Cortez said as he walked towards you. "Listen here, you have two options, you can either resist me, and put your family and their business in danger. Or you can submit, and your family will be under my protection."

Cortez gave you a rather sinister smile as he crouched down in front of you, his eyes boring into yours. "You either accept my protection or your family will face the consequences." He gently took hold of one of your bound wrists. "Now, I'll make this easy for you; do you want to live and work under my thumb, or die and have everything you know and love ripped apart?"

As he squeezed your wrist slightly, pain coursed through your arm, emphasizing his words.

Cortez smirked, releasing your wrist before roughly gripping one of the loose strands of hair that fell in front of your face and yanking on it hard. "Because I want you." he growled out through clenched teeth as he held onto your hair with his free hand. "And now you're going to give me a choice; let me protect what is mine, or die trying to fight against my will."

"I am willing to kill you." Cortez hissed as he roughly yanked on your hair again, causing pain to shoot through your scalp and down your spine. "But if you agree to accept my protection, I promise that you'll live a life of luxury and comfort under my watch." He leaned in closer, their noses almost touching as he said with cold determination: "And you will belong only to me."

Cortez narrowed his eyes at your hesitation but didn't release his grip on your hair. "Very well," he said after a moment, "I can give you some time to think about it." With that, he let go of your hair and stood up straight again, taking several steps back and giving you some space. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited impatiently for your answer, glancing at the various ropes binding your limbs every so often.

Cortez's eyes widened slightly at your sudden confession, but his expression quickly hardened into a mask of determination. He took a step forward and reached out to gently brush some stray hair from your forehead before letting his hand rest lightly on your cheek. "I will keep my word," he assured you softly, though there was an edge to his voice that made it clear he didn't intend to let you back out of this agreement easily. "Now that you've made your choice, we should return home." He began untying the knots around your wrists, making sure not to rush and giving each movement a gentle but firm touch. Once your hands were free, he helped you stand up before guiding you towards the door, keeping one hand on your lower back as he did so. "We have much to discuss upon our arrival."

Cortez glanced back at you with a predatory smile, his eyes filled with possessiveness and lust as he leaned in slightly to whisper into your ear. "Back to my home." He answered before straightening up again and leading you out of the room and towards the exit. "It's where we belong together now."