Kidnapped (Part 2)

Taylor opened her eyes to find herself in a small unfurnished room. She put her head in her hands and then remembered how she got here. She thought that it was just a bad dream. But it was happening for real. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes with her pale white hands. The top her neat fingernails were now broken and jagged. Her clothes were crumpled and some parts ripped.She was sitting on the cold marble floor waiting for something to happen. A muscular man with olive skin and short black hair opened the door to the room. Wordlessly he dragged her outside and set her down on the floor inside an office with polished wooden floor and a large oak table in front of a black leather swivel chair which had its back to them.
"Boss", the man said in a deep voice with a slight Jamaican accent,"Here she is."
And the chair turned.

Taylor wasn't sure what to see. Maybe a man with half his face burnt sipping a bottle of beer with a cigarette in his other hand? A muscular guy wearing a scary mask and a submachine? A cyborg with full body armour and a rocket launcher in his hand?
Neither of those and nothing like any of them.
It was just an ordinary young man. He had blond hair and wore a polo shirt and sunglasses and he was layered in cologne.
She failed to notice the gun tucked into his waistband and the way he skin on his face shined slightly.
It wasn't easy in fact, to notice the well-hidden plastic surgery.