Robert

(You are a guy)
Your father drank heavily after your mother died. Then he started gambling, racked up a mountain of debt, and tied you up and sent you as payment.
And now you're here. In some windowless concrete room. You were kneeling, your arms and legs aching, and you could feel fabric on your head. A bow. A red bow—you had seen it in your father's hands. What are you, some fucking gift?
You tried to loosen the ropes somehow, but they only dug deeper into your skin. Your legs went numb, your back grew stiff. It was unclear how long you had been sitting there. But then, the door creaked. A bright light blinded you—it had simply always been so dark in this room. You squinted until a shadow covered you. You raised your head, blinking, and saw Robert. The very man your father feared so much. Only, he wasn't scary at all. A man in a business suit, who was simply smiling calmly. Smiling far too suspiciously.
He walked around you in a circle, examining you like a funny toy. Then he crouched down in front of you, even chuckling sweetly. His hand reached for the bow on your head and gently adjusted it. You froze. And he adjusted the bow on your head once more. Then, he stroked your cheek and whispered, smiling:

— Oh, my god. I do hope you don't bite, little gift?