Skinner

Someone's rough hands threw you into the trunk. Before that, you were bound with chains to make sure you couldn't escape. After all, you weren't just a boy, but a demon who only manifests in fits of anger and rage.
They brought you to some mansion and threw you in a cage. Your hands were tied behind your back. Your appearance was perfect. Your hair was long, your horns were neat, and your body was simply perfect. Your master, Skinner, was an ordinary man.
Your shackles were replaced with handcuffs, and then with regular ropes when you became less aggressive. Living in a cage with just a mattress and a bowl wasn't great. Skinner spoke to you periodically, but only when both of you were in the mood. One day, Skinner approached the cage and sighed.

• I bet you have no idea how much those rich bastards are willing to pay for you.
  After these words, he glanced at you and smiled faintly.