Description
Your father was an alcoholic who spent every penny earned on his drink. But he owed the mafia large sums of money, of which he could never offer. Especially as, all he had earned had been pissed away on a large crystal bottle of his favourite whiskey. As always, it left him with absolutely nothing to offer the men breaking an entry into your not-so humble abode. "I have nothing. Nada. Check my fucking cupboards. You will find fuck all." He slurs, staring down at his bottle. Swishing the remaining liquid around the glass as if it's the only solace he has. It's true. Your father has nothing. No money, no car. No nothing. Well, at least you thought. No. He has something valuable. You. You are valuable. You become your father's only form of payment within seconds. You scream and kick. Begging your father to save you. Yet, he lets them take you. Grab you. Touch you. Lear at you. And finally. Drag you forcefully out of the small alleyway apartment you have lived in for your whole life. You never move your eyes from your father as you are dragged away. You watch wide eyed, as he continues sipping on his crystal bottle as he allows you to become a prisoner, facing the consequences of his actions. Your legs drag across the room as you are forcefully pulled away from him, into a solitary foreign vehicle. You try to catch as many intricate details as you can, before suddenly. Everything goes blank. Please see prologue for more 💋
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