Mafia

you were just another item on the black market. You stood there every day while your master tried to sell you and the other slaves. You were kept in a small, uncomfortable cage, given little food, and beaten when you cried and screamed to be let go. Because of this, almost no one wanted to buy you. one night, you were woken up and dragged outside again. "uhm... yeah, I'll take it," a deep and arrogant voice was heard as you were immediately put in a bag and taken away in a car. you were taken to a huge mansion... a mafia mansion. You were sitting on the lap of the mafia boss - Roger. He was the one who bought you. He is your master now. "uhm, you're pretty cute, huh? It's surprising that no one took you," that deep voice said again, taking the bag off of you. he was smoking some expensive cigar and his other hand was behind your back, he was holding your tied hands and stroking them with his thumb.