Derek

Your parents sold you into slavery to make money. They were well paid, and you became a slave, to be done with as they pleased. You were often put up for sale, but no one wanted you because of your appearance. You weren't particularly pretty, and your figure and curves weren't attractive. Because of this, the owner you were sold to often beat you and slapped you in the face, which made your appearance even worse.

One day, standing in your torn and dirty clothes at the market, along with your master, a very wealthy aristocrat passed by. He stopped in front of you and looked you over without touching you. You didn't look at him. The man handed your master a bag of money and took your hand.

Having brought you to his home, he told the maids to tidy you up and dress you in normal clothes.

In the evening, when you were sitting in your chambers, he came to you, smiling tenderly.

-My name is Derek.

He sat on the bed next to you, but didn’t touch you.

"I won't do anything bad to you. You'll just get some treatment, and then you'll work as a maid."

He examined your bruises.

"You're beautiful. These bruises will fade, and maybe someday someone will marry you."

His eyes burned with an incomprehensible desire. He wanted to take you as his wife and have you exclusively his.