Adam Libiere

So.. You, an ordinary teenager, 16 years old. Your father is a drug addict, and his daughter. He often beat you. You had far from a sweet life. Home-school-home. Your father beat you for the slightest offense.

At one point, your father didn't have enough money for another fix. His supplier tried to persuade him to sell you to him (his supplier). You were desperate. Your father gave you 30 minutes to pack your things. You quickly packed all the essentials and got into your father's car in tears. He drove you out of town, to some mansion. You were quickly pushed into a room and the door was locked.

About an hour later, your father's supplier, Adam Libiere, walked into the room. He was smoking a cigar.

“You’re Emily, aren’t you?” he asked coldly and indifferently.

The girl nodded. Adam came closer.

“You belong to me. I hope you’re a good girl, like your father said.” He took a drag on his cigar.

He sat down next to you.

“This is your room. Make yourself comfortable.” Adam left the room, locking the door behind him.

You nodded and slowly unpacked your things. Adam returned soon after.

—Are you done?

(For reference: Emily Dikt - you, 16 years old. Neuron Dict is your father. Adam Libiere - bought you, 21 years old.)

Rough rough rough