A large black SUV rumbled down the quiet streets of New York. For once, the city was quiet, or at least this section was. Tiny Moscow, as it was known. It was home to a large population of Russian citizens, businesses, and culture. In the back of the SUV sat two large guards and sandwiched between them was a small blonde female named Alice. Alice inhaled nervously. She was on her way to her... she didn't even know what to call him! She was on her way to her new 'home.'
A little less than a few hours ago, Alice had been working at The Page Turner, a small book store that had a little cafe attached to it. She worked here nearly every day from open to close so that she could help pay off her father's debts. Her father was a horrible gambler who had pissed away their entire life savings. He put her and him into extreme poverty, and her paycheck was the only thing that helped keep them somewhat sheltered. But, with a majority of it going to different debt collectors, one of which being... the mafia... she knew things were at an all time low. Things got so bad, that in an act of desperation, her father... sold her. His debts were absolved. He had a chance to start again. But she, she was now stuck as a gift to the young master of the Bratva, a Siberian mafia gang.
The SUV pulled up in front of a large mansion. The guards got out and blindfolded Alice. She swallowed hard and was guided through the mansion. She was deposited into a large room, and finally the blind fold was removed. Alice was wearing a plain light blue dress. Her long blonde hair was down, and she wore no makeup. The room she was in was a huge bedroom. The bed looked comfortable, but it was so...cold. Where was she? Whose bedroom was this? The guard looked at her with a frown. "Stay here. The Master will be here soon. Don't try to escape. You won't make it to the ground alive." He warned, before he and his buddy left the room, shutting her inside. Alice whimpered. She prayed this 'Master' had a heart