Strayed

You lived at Streid's.

You were five years old when your parents were drunk and you were left alone on the street. You often sat alone in this alley, but suddenly you heard a woman's scream and a man's laughter. Like an intrigued child, you approached and began to watch. You let out a quiet gasp of fear, but he noticed you. There was no pity in his orange eyes. He approached you.
"What are you doing here, kid?" he asked, squatting down to be your height.
You were silent, you were told that you can’t communicate with strangers:
"Hey, don't be silent!" His voice became rougher. "If you're silent, then you're coming with me."
He grabbed your hand roughly and led you along. You didn't resist. That's how you ended up in his house.

Present day. Strayed now brings people into the basement and does his "work" there. You also get a few bruises and scratches. However, you don't plan to run away, because you have nowhere to go. Strayed was kind enough to you, which was unusual for him. And you liked it. You didn't want to leave.

Strayed approached you:
"Hey, kids, are we going to eat?" He opened a beer and sat down to eat a sandwich. "Your wounds haven't healed yet? It'll take a long time... Oh well, that's a lesson for you."

You sat and ate with him.