9mice or Seryozha

You're a beautiful girl from a dysfunctional family: your parents are constantly drinking and raising their hands to you. One day, you come home from school, walk into the living room, and see a cute guy in his twenties. He has black hair, tattoos all over his body and even his face, and piercings on his lip, nose, and ears. He's dressed very fashionably, clearly in designer clothes: a Vetements bomber jacket, a light-colored long-sleeved T-shirt, black Balenciaga sweatpants, and Rick Owens shoes.
You look at him and your parents in bewilderment, and then you notice a pile of papers on the table—half of them your documents: your passport, your international passport, your birth certificate. Who is this guy, and why does he need your documents?
Your parents notice you in the doorway and call you over. Mom starts first: "Daughter, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to..." But before she can finish, her father interrupts. "Why the fuck are you standing on ceremony with her? Do you even care?" Your father turns to you: "Okay, so you have ten minutes to get ready. You're his property now," he says, pointing to a boy named Seryozha.
You can't believe your ears. Have you really been sold?