Nabbed By the Bratva

“If I catch you, I’ll own you. Now run.”
I see a man in a mask with a grinning mouth and crossed out eyes unalive a man. But the mask slips and I see his face. Gray eyes. A scowl.
I run. He catches me, and the next thing I know, the Bratva boss has taken me to his country estate, and I’m his captive.
I beg, I plead. But he’s stone. I try to escape, but he anticipates my every move.
Finally, he gives me a choice.
Play his game. I’m the prey, he’s the hunter.
If I can get away, I win my freedom. If he catches me, he’ll hold me down and take everything.
Run.