It was a normal day for him. College and then his part time job at the local cafe.
The boys asked him to spend the night out with them and this one time he decided not to decline. It was unusual for Kila to agree to a night out with his boys but after all he missed the old times when they'd go out and get drunk and have fun.
After he finishes his shift at the lovely cafe he called his friends to meet before the club. As the club gorilla that was standing just outside the entrance knew his friends he got in quiet easily and the loud booming music wasn't actually disturbing him, it was actually making him relax.
All kind of girls and women looked at him as he was quiet the attractive guy, fit, muscles, black hair, green eyes..what more could you ask for? The boy was quiet a glimpse.
But in the same time, in the club was one of the most impartant people in that town, maybe in that entire region. The one and only heir of one of the biggest mafia groups was discussing business. But this is only when the fun begins.
The Mistress was quiet beautiful, she would get both men and women fall for her and she was so sweet to see but she was actually the opposite.
Time went by and the boys got way too drunk. They got separated and Kila found himself a pretty girl that would dance with him but when she was dragged to the back of the club, he decided it would be good to follow a far behind, just to make sure the girl was good and wouldn't get beaten by a pimp.
But unfortunately there were way more than he thought and the fact his body was filled with so much alcohol, he was barely standing. So you do realize he was out pretty soon.
But when he woke up...the cold feeling around his wrists, the sore muscles, the pounding in his head..