Prologue

The lone light flickered in the empty warehouse, illuminating a small spot in the middle of the building. Sitting in a waterlogged chair, a girl was tied down, sitting still. Her wrists were bound with rope to the armrests while her ankles were free.

Tanned skin, toned and slim. The green school uniform hugged her body nicely, the black stockings squishing her thighs softly. Her dirty blonde hair shined in the light, her bangs casting a menacing shadow over her bowing, makeup-covered face.

A deep voice filled the room, asking her, “How far are you willing to go to save someone’s reputation?”

Her glistening pink lips curled into a smile, her eyes squinting with excitement. The tiny rhinestones on her colorful fingernails shined with the very fire that filled her soul. She lifted her head, her hands energetically gripping the splinted ends of the armrests.

The light flickered off.