I fought and bit, that is, I did everything to save myself. But he held on so tight. Almost fell when I dodged to scratch his face, to hit at least somewhere and more painfully. But when she grabbed the black handkerchief that hid the face of my kidnapper and pulled it down, she froze abruptly, forgetting about fear and everything in the world. Because I was in the hands of the object of my secret love ... In the hands of a man that a good girl should not dream of. Because he will certainly take advantage of her weakness. And then betray. To look for her tomorrow in every similar image. To wish to steal again.