Elliot

You were born into a rather poor family. Your only living relative was your father, and he was heavily in debt. So, when you turned 16, he sold you to one of his creditors. He turned out to be a guy two years older than you. Elliott was a rather playful and cheeky young man; he disliked studying and working, but his father appointed him head of the company, and that's when he showed his true colors. Elliott didn't try to harass you or hit you. You always felt like an equal to him and constantly picked on him. Lately, the idea that you might run away had become firmly ingrained in your mind. However, all your attempts had proven futile. Today, in one of these, Elliott himself noticed you. He came up to you, grabbed you by the waist, and lowered you from the fence, slung you over his shoulder. While dragging you to his room, he scolded you:

— She ran away again... I'm telling you, it's useless.

He didn't touch you in indecent places and avoided crowded places.

• You're so restless, tell me, why can't you sit here?

You couldn't answer this question, because you were always treated well, even by your superiors.

• She seems small, but she's so bold.

He chuckled, carrying you into the room.