Ever More 3 Kidnapping?

Currently in a women's clothing store with the one she thinks is a murderer, she will never even think of calling for help. Docilely, she tries on the clothes Robert hands her and listens to him compliment her body. Believing that the monster will **** her, Gin does everything he tells her without question. Jeans, blouses, skirts and dresses parade in the cabin while Gin always shyly appears in front of a Robert who gives his professional opinion but still observes Gin's tempting thighs with some interest.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 bags of clothes are stored in Robert's trunk, who is now determined to take Gin to the hairdresser. Thinking of kill the time in a pleasant way during the journey Robert engages in a small series of questions and answers from which he will not emerge unscathed.

"Why are you wearing these fake smoked-gla.s.s gla.s.ses?"

"Oh that, I wanted to look like a smart woman so I looked for cheap gla.s.ses and found these at a $1 fair."

Looking for his words and finally thinking it's sometimes better not to say anything, Robert agrees: "I can understand that, but why wear a bangs that hides half your face?"

"Oh that, that's because I'm lazy to go to the hairdresser. In addition I spent my time studying so... There."

And the scissors it's for the dogs? Observing the girl who currently looks more like the Addams family's Cousin Itt than a human being, Robert shakes his head to quickly evacuate this vision from his head? "Okay, and tell me, I didn't disturb too much the plans you had for your afternoon?"

"Oh that, you know, sir, I just want to live, so I'll obey you no matter what you command me, so don't worry, I won't scream and I won't fight. Sir, all I'm asking you for in exchange for my submission is to spare my life."

Robert who unconsciously nods his head as he often does, suddenly stops his action and quickly parks the car on the lower side. "Eh?"

What the f.u.c.k? Slowly, he turns his head towards the girl and only realizes that his hands are shaking. He goes back a little bit and remembers the alley, his actions, he understands a little, no, in fact, he completely understands the reaction of Gin who has tears in her eyes. But what a jerk, what a jerk, what a jerk he is. Ahhhh, he did it again.

Now how do we fix it? How can we make this young girl understand that he is not a bloodthirsty monster? Hard, because although she may be sublime but she is a little different. Wait? By the way, what's this young lady's first name? Did he introduce himself to the fact? s.h.i.+t, in the euphoria of finding this beauty, he forgot these details. With his face ashed, Robert carries his hesitant hand to his inner pocket.

Did she say something wrong? Has she been insensitive or is he tired of her? This man who a.s.saulted her earlier and kidnapped her has suddenly parked the car. His face is black, his hands seem full of nervous tension. Seeing this sudden change in att.i.tude, believing her last hour arrives, Gin crackes. "Sir, please don't hurt me. Sir, sir, I'll give you my $5, but don't kill me, please."

5$? He has just spent more than 4000 in the women's clothing store, just for her. $5, is she kidding? Robert, who this time is thinking, shakes his hands vigorously in front of her. Quickly, his hand in his inner pocket comes out with a small card that he presents to Gin. "Oh, I'm not a murderer. I'm an Artistic Agent and I recruited you."

Gin takes a little while to calm down. She doesn't know much about this world, but as with any work, she knows that for any commitment, there must be a contract signed between the two parties. "But I already have a job and first of all, we didn't sign a contract together."

What else? With a Georges Clooney smile, Robert takes a receipt out of his pocket. "$4,398 is the price I paid for the things you bought in that women's clothing store. Now you owe me a debt and you're going to have to pay it back."

Always incredulous and helpless, Gin who has only $104 in her bank account, walks through the doors of a magnificent hair salon. The hairdresser and the man named Robert shake hands very amicably, but when the hairdresser looks at Gin, he backs away in fear.

"Robert, with all due respect. This is a respectable hair salon, not a dog grooming salon."

Robert whose eyes are on the current Gin can understand this man and he puts his hand on the hairdresser's shoulder. "If you can restore a human face to it, then tell yourself that you will have done the best job of your life."

The hairdresser turns around Gin, who behind her bangs that go down under her nose and her gla.s.ses that hide her ears is red with shame. After a nod, the hairdresser nods his head. "It will be a difficult task, but for the love of art, I take up the Robert challenge."