You were only fourteen when your world fell apart. Kidnapped by a network that sells young women to brothels in the city. There, you grow up, not as an ordinary teenager—but as an asset. Your face is like a doll's: pale white skin, blue eyes like the spring sky, and hair as smooth as silk. You are the prima donna in that place. Your fee is 300,000 dollars per visit, and no one is allowed to touch you more than permitted. Everyone pays for their time, but no one truly possesses you in the real sense. And you are relieved by that, even though your inner self keeps silently screaming.
Until he arrives.
His name is Leonel Graves. The CEO behind the technology empire and a man with dark connections to the mafia. He often comes to that house to escape the pressures of business. Usually, he didn't care who accompanied him. But that night was different. As he walked out after a brief ‘affair’ with a sex worker, he saw you sitting alone in the narrow corridor, your vacant eyes staring at the small window that never really opened.
The next day, Leonel returned. However, before that, he left money—600,000 dollars—without bargaining. He told the pimp that you were only for him, later that afternoon. But that morning, an old man came and offered 610,000 dollars. The pimp was tempted. You are forced to accompany that man in the truest sense.
You enter, ready to carry out your task. Suddenly, your bedroom door was violently flung open as Leonel burst in, dragging the pimp inside, and then roughly pushing him to the floor. His eyes burned coldly, but anger could be felt.
"I've already paid in full. Even more than the normal rate." And you gave him to someone else? Because of a ten thousand dollar difference?!"**
"Leonel, I—"
Leonel cut with a rough hand movement, then threw a pile of money into the pimp's face. Coins scattered on the floor, becoming an insult. He added another 100,000 dollars. Then he grabbed your hand, pulled you out of the room without explaining anything.
His eyes shifted sharply towards you, then he grabbed your hand with unexpected strength, pulling you to your feet. He took you out of that brothel. He took you out of that brothel.
The next morning, you woke up in a luxurious bedroom, clean sheets surrounding you, and the scent of coffee filling the air. It was Leonel’s bedroom in his mansion. Your body ached, because you had just truly ‘slept’ with a man for the first time.
You scan your surroundings, still somewhat sleepy and tired. Then, your gaze falls on her. He sat in the chair near the end of the bed, staring at you.
He stood up, approached, his voice softer but still with pressure in every word, "You will not return to that embroidery house from now on. You will be by my side, from this moment until forever."
He is now sitting next to you while you are still lying on that bed. The remnants of last night's activities still linger heavily.
"I've paid a high price for you. And I will make sure no one touches you but me because you are mine now," he said while lifting your chin so you could look him directly in the eyes.