Camilla was sitting on a chair with her hands tied behind her back and duck tape over her mouth. She let out a muffled grunt as she tried to loosen the chains that bounded her wrists together.

She looked around the large office searching for another means of exit. Large arrays of weapons were up against the wall. Numerous guns on one side, swords, spears and different arrangements on the other adjacent walls. She would have found them useful if she had the full use of her hands.  

The large door to the office creaked open as she turned her head to the direction. In walked Victor Krash with a sadistic smile on his face. He stared right into Camilla’s eyes as he closed the door behind him. The simple thought that she was alone in the room with a man like Victor Krash made her cringe.

“I hope my accommodations are to your liking.” He walked closer to the young captive woman who sat defenselessly in his presence. He kneeled down below her and looked into her eyes. He started laughing out of no where.

“I never use to believe in this heaven or hell crap. But I have to say. Your dead friend made a believer out of me” He laughed out loudly. His laughter faded from his face as did the smile that he had. His face remained emotionless and callous as he jerked Camilla’s head back by the hair. She let out me muffled cry.

“And that really…REALLY pisses me off.” He sneered his malicious words into the young woman’s ears. She could smell his breath beating down on her vulnerable neck. He moved his gaze to her face as he looked directly into her scared eyes. He ripped off the tape that was on her lip. She let out a small grunt as she felt the sting of the tape ripping from her lips.

“You do know who I am right?” Victor continued his berating as me moved in closer and licked Camilla’s supple neck. She cringed and shuddered as his tongue reached her exposed skin.

“You’re Victor Krash.” Camilla responded scornfully. She knew all about this man. About how his drugs and power had turned a City like LA into a breeding ground for drug addicts and prostitution, and how every life he touched, he ruined. He smiled once again at the sound of his own name flashing a pair of predatory teeth.