Nadya, the young smoking brunette, was in the back alley, lighting up another cigarette. She was late for her private striptease gig but needed this moment to collect her thoughts and gather courage. As she exhaled smoke, a menacing figure emerged from the shadows - a burly man with tattoos covering his arms and neck. He approached her with a sadistic grin, his eyes relentless.
"You're late," he sneered.
The tremor in her voice betrayed her fear, "I'm sorry, I got caught in traffic."
He snarled and pulled her close, his grip firm but not imposing enough to resist. With his other hand, he fished out a leash from his pocket and fastened one end around her neck, pulling it tight.
"I don't fucking like to be interrupted when I am concentrating on my work."
