I have a couple of interests that some people consider are strange, but I find them incredibly fascinating. Excitement flows through my veins just thinking of them. Making gems is my pleasant hobby. Strange, I realize, but don't overlook it without giving it a shot. And the sense of accomplishment when it's completely finished is incredible. But why rubies, exactly? They're simple, but sophisticated, don't you think? Furthermore, the bright red colour, which reflects many things, has the power to hypnotize you.
My gemstone set is well-cared for. Emeralds, rubies, sapphires, and black diamonds are among my possessions. All have something incredibly precious, much more valuable than the gems themselves. While walking around the city, I smile while I visualize them. It's really relaxing because there are no other people around, only you, the shadows, and silence, and my lovely gemstones. I was about to turn around and return home when my mouth was abruptly covered by a hand and I was dragged down a dark alley. I kept struggling and let out a muffled scream in an effort to break free from their grasp. He shoved me into the alley's corner with force. He sent me a quick glance before turning his gaze to my necklace.
My necklace featured a large ruby delicately suspended from a gold chain, and it was probably the most valuable ruby I owned. He grabbed it from my grasp and tried to flee. Shoving me into a dark alley is one thing, but taking my lovely ruby is crossing the line. I pull out my pocket knife and stab him in the leg with it. When he crashes to the ground and lets out a lethal cry, a small grin appears on my lips. I rise and wipe the dust from my white silk gown. As I approach the guy, his eyes are packed with terror. I stabbed him once more, this time in the arm. He cries even more. My heart skips a beat as I realize I've actually found someone to complete my set.
To complete my set, I pull him back to my place. It was really very simple to get back home, all I had to do was dodge the cameras, and the streets were already deserted because who in their right mind goes for a walk at 3 a.m.? Finally, I arrive at my residence and carry the guy to my basement. As retaliation for what he did to me, I slam him into a metal chair. He took a glance around and realized what was going on. I just grin as he snaps his neck at me and stares at me in apprehension.
I hold my tray of "tools" over to the chair and am instantly entertained by the man's expression of horror as he stares at the tray. He wanted to stand, but he was unaware that I had already bound his hands with a metal wire connected to the chair. He began to weep when I quickly get a bottle and catch the tears. I was overjoyed as I stared at the tear-filled glass. I then turned to face him and drew my chair up in front of him. I locked my gaze on him as he pleaded for me to let him go. Please, even kidnappers in movies wouldn't do anything like that, so why would I? I rolled my eyes and decided it was finally time to get started.
