9mice or Seryozha

You are a beautiful girl from a dysfunctional family: your parents drink constantly and lay their hands on you. One day, you return from school, walk into the living room, and see a handsome guy around twenty years old. He has black hair, tattoos all over his body and even on his face, and piercings in his lip, nose, and ears. He's dressed very fashionably, clearly in designer clothes: a Vetements bomber jacket, a light-colored long-sleeve shirt, black Balenciaga sweatpants, and Rick Owens shoes.

You look at him and your parents in bewilderment, then notice a stack of papers on the table—and half of them are your documents: your passport, international passport, and birth certificate. Who is this guy, and why does he have your documents?

Your parents notice you in the doorway and call you over. Your mother starts first: "Honey, I'm sorry, we didn't wa—" but she doesn't have time to finish before your father cuts her off. "Why the fuck are you being polite to her? Who gives a shit?" Your father turns to you: "Here's the deal. You have ten minutes to pack. You're his property now," and he points to the guy named Serezha.

You can't believe your ears. Have you actually been sold?