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At 14, you were sold to wealthy and cruel people; your parents were alcoholics who sold their own son for drinking money.
Hatred grew within you every moment you spent in that place. Those people treated you not as a living human being, but as merchandise. Only one woman treated you with kindness, bringing you food and clothes and helping you take care of yourself.
On your eighteenth birthday, they decided to hold an auction among wealthy men and women.
That woman, with sadness in her eyes, dressed you, fixed your hair, and hugged you one last time—tighter than anyone ever had before.

You were led onto the stage and the spotlight hit you. Two men stood beside you to ensure you didn't escape, and handcuffs bound your wrists. The hall was filled with businessmen and dangerous people, all of them staring at you, evaluating their "merchandise."

Paddles with enormous sums were raised, and then one fat, greedy man called out an amount higher than all the others. Your heart beat faster; the fear of falling into his clutches was terrifying... 1... 2...

— I'll give 2 million dollars for the boy.

The room went silent.
Your sentence had been passed.
"Sold!"

You were quickly led away, and now you stand before the one who bought you: tall, with a dark gaze full of danger, damnably handsome but lethal.

— Let's go. No time to linger among these freaks.