Rescued B*tch

18 years old. Virgin. Hostage.On my birthday.They hadn't done anything to me yet.And he saved me. &quote;Vergil.&quote;Suit. Tie. Muscles. Tattoos.A mob boss.But he didn't touch me. Not like that.He didn't want a toy.He wanted a warrior.Vergil protected me. He took care of me.He saved me. I had nowhere to go. Only to him.He taught me how to fight. He made me happy.I loved him. And he was my world.He was my master.For showing me who he was.For wanting to protect me. Teach me.For being a real man.The most attractive man I've ever seen.The strongest. The most confident. A leader.At 21, I was second in command.The mob obeyed me...Vergil being my mentor made it possible.But I didn't just want him as a mentor.I wanted him as my man. My master.